Текст песни pôš - scxlez

Scxlez be on his demon shit
Y'all be so judgmental
What y'all deemin' this?
Muddy sprite
Uh, i put codeine in it
Junkie shit
Spark the spliff
Hit the cart, i'm blinkin' it
Fiendin' for the green
So y'all best get to streamin' this

You want a role model?
Then you best not look my way
I make music for myself
I promote it for the fame
Back in middle school
We was fiendin' for an eighth
We got money now
I worked for this
Ain't no risks i didn't take

Faggots wanna talk about the struggle
But grew up with the gates
How y'all call me privileged
But never helped the bills get paid?
Child support ain't come in
Everything i own, i made
Up until high school
Studying, i was rockin' only A's

Fuck that
Fuck that
Fuck that
Fuck that

Freshman year i realized
School ain't get me what i want
Because fuck a 9-5
Man, i'd rather fuckin' not
I want money, i'm a piece of shit
Ain't no point to front
I'll be livin' wealthy
I love paper, i love bitches, i love drugs
Even more than money
I love music like i should
My favorite thing at 7
Was an mp3 with earbuds
I had music to escape
You had everything you could
How about an absent father?
Or a mattress on the wood?

Everybody got their struggles
By no means, were mine the worst
All i'm sayin' is i ain't perfect
Nihilist, still poppin' out at church
And i always understood
Why i ain't come from the burbs
Hell, sometimes i be grateful
'cause it taught me how to work
And i ain't hate you
Just because your parents bought your whip
I respect your parents, takin' care
Man, what i wouldn't give?
I don't hate rich folk, swear to god
Just hate entitled pricks
Who ain't ever work for shit
And they still think they the shit