Текст песни We Was Just Kids - La Reezy

We was just kids
We was just jets
We was playing with a tree branch stick
Now we playing with sticks
We was just ten
We was just six
Now we got figure out on our own, and that make us sick
We was just young ins
Not a taste of abundance
But that didn't matter
Everything was funny
We was just laughing
We was just crying
Now we spreading our wings
God help us out 'cause we flying

God help us out 'cause I see we not built to help out our mamas
Can't afford to help out this trauma
Could afford to invest in drama
Can't afford to fix up our problems
Generations get chopped from a choppa
Hate in they head is the devil maracas
I might cook up a lawsuit for a doctor
They had prescribed us to ignore the chockras
This for my potnas who daddies had left when a toddler
You feeling like everything just been yo fault only thing you want from him is honest he Been dishonest
We was just kids, now we at the IRS tryna tell 'em to help out our kids
We was just going to prom, now we promise our boss to work extra shifts

We was just babies
This life crazy
Now I gotta chance to have a billion baby
I was just eight now I'm eighteen kids die at fourteen, thanking God I made it
Bless those kids man I'm living through them
I'll bring to the light what they left dim
And everybody stressing out over some M's
We was just
We was just

We was just kids
We was just jits
We was playing with a tree branch stick
Now we playing with sticks
We was just ten
We was just six
Now we got figure out our own, and that make us sick.
We was just young ins
Not a taste of abundance
But that didn't matter
Everything was funny
We was just laughing
We was just crying
Now we spreading our wings,
God help us out 'cause we flying
Break it down

Exactly
We was just kids
We was just jits
We was playing with a tree branch stick
Now we playing with sticks
We was just ten
We was just six
Now we got figure out our own, and that make us sick.
We was just young ins
Not a taste of abundance
But that didn't matter
Everything was funny
We was just laughing
We was just crying
Now we spreading our wings
God help us out 'cause we flying

What's going on voice memo's
It's August 18th, 2022
Ugh my dad just called me, he was telling me they have this
Open mic night tonight at the filmore
And I guess I rap with a live band
He want me to go there, I don't really know what it's bout
He know I don't really like bering around alcohol because of the smell
But I mean hey, I guess that's what you gotta do when you a rapper
So I'm a go out there I guess, and see what it's hitting fa