Alkaline

Lately, I just say I'm outta town
 'Cause I don't really care to be around
 I been making up for my mistakes
 I've been through a lot, I need a break
 More life, never caught
 Wrong place at the wrong time
 I ain't had no chicken in a long time
 I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight
 Got a demon triggering the porch light
 Oh, nah
 Stay alone, 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind
 I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie
 Asking how I'm doing, yeah, I'm doing fine
 Don't you know the foolish always grow wise?
 Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around
 Grandma was on the slave ship, but we home now
 Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now
 USA be on that bullshit, better go now
 Aye!
 Homie, why you stressing, we got one foot in the grave
 Brother, get your money, get yo ass up on the plane
 Why you with this women if you know she playing games?
 Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame?
 Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 Yo, you gotta let go, let go
 You ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah
 But I don't let them talk about my friends, nah
 You was taking people from their kids
 Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow
 I don't need if I didn't pull it from the ground
 Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd
 Man, I swear my great, great grandma would be proud
 We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the nigga with the crown
 "Thank you very much, it's, uh
 Privilege and a honor to be a in the
 Wide intellectual ghetto of the West"
 In the car, in LA on the 99
 Sunrise, red sky, ambience
 Bad days, rear view, and they stay behind
 PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline
 Black boy, you could be what you want to be
 You the one that carry that baton when they come for me
 Came from the concrete, that's a fizzy fact
 Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass
 Keepin' it honest
 They try to kill you, I promise
 They do it all for the commas
 I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors
 Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters
 They gonna tell you it's gold, but show it really be copper
 And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us
 They want you chasin' the carrot
 Want you fiendin' for pradas
 They want you sick, 'til you vomit
 'Cause you no use when you concious
 
 Lately, I just say I'm outta town
 'Cause I don't really care to be around
 I been making up for my mistakes
 I've been through a lot, I need a break
 More life, never caught
 Wrong place at the wrong time
 I ain't had no chicken in a long time
 I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight
 Got a demon triggering the porch light
 Oh, nah
 Stay alone, 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind
 I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie
 Asking how I'm doing, yeah, I'm doing fine
 Don't you know the foolish always grow wise?
 Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around
 Grandma was on the slave ship, but we home now
 Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now
 USA be on that bullshit, better go now
 Aye!
 Homie, why you stressing, we got one foot in the grave
 Brother, get your money, get yo ass up on the plane
 Why you with this women if you know she playing games?
 Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame?
 Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 Yo, you gotta let go, let go
 You ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah
 But I don't let them talk about my friends, nah
 You was taking people from their kids
 Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow
 I don't need if I didn't pull it from the ground
 Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd
 Man, I swear my great, great grandma would be proud
 We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the nigga with the crown
 "Thank you very much, it's, uh
 Privilege and a honor to be a in the
 Wide intellectual ghetto of the West"
 In the car, in LA on the 99
 Sunrise, red sky, ambience
 Bad days, rear view, and they stay behind
 PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline
 Black boy, you could be what you want to be
 You the one that carry that baton when they come for me
 Came from the concrete, that's a fizzy fact
 Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass
 Keepin' it honest
 They try to kill you, I promise
 They do it all for the commas
 I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors
 Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters
 They gonna tell you it's gold, but show it really be copper
 And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us
 They want you chasin' the carrot
 Want you fiendin' for pradas
 They want you sick, 'til you vomit
 'Cause you no use when you concious
 
 Lately, I just say I'm outta town
 'Cause I don't really care to be around
 I been making up for my mistakes
 I've been through a lot, I need a break
 More life, never caught
 Wrong place at the wrong time
 I ain't had no chicken in a long time
 I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight
 Got a demon triggering the porch light
 Oh, nah
 Stay alone, 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind
 I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie
 Asking how I'm doing, yeah, I'm doing fine
 Don't you know the foolish always grow wise?
 Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around
 Grandma was on the slave ship, but we home now
 Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now
 USA be on that bullshit, better go now
 Aye!
 Homie, why you stressing, we got one foot in the grave
 Brother, get your money, get yo ass up on the plane
 Why you with this women if you know she playing games?
 Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame?
 Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 Yo, you gotta let go, let go
 You ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah
 But I don't let them talk about my friends, nah
 You was taking people from their kids
 Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow
 I don't need if I didn't pull it from the ground
 Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd
 Man, I swear my great, great grandma would be proud
 We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the nigga with the crown
 "Thank you very much, it's, uh
 Privilege and a honor to be a in the
 Wide intellectual ghetto of the West"
 In the car, in LA on the 99
 Sunrise, red sky, ambience
 Bad days, rear view, and they stay behind
 PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline
 Black boy, you could be what you want to be
 You the one that carry that baton when they come for me
 Came from the concrete, that's a fizzy fact
 Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass
 Keepin' it honest
 They try to kill you, I promise
 They do it all for the commas
 I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors
 Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters
 They gonna tell you it's gold, but show it really be copper
 And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us
 They want you chasin' the carrot
 Want you fiendin' for pradas
 They want you sick, 'til you vomit
 'Cause you no use when you concious
 
 Lately, I just say I'm outta town
 'Cause I don't really care to be around
 I been making up for my mistakes
 I've been through a lot, I need a break
 More life, never caught
 Wrong place at the wrong time
 I ain't had no chicken in a long time
 I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight
 Got a demon triggering the porch light
 Oh, nah
 Stay alone, 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind
 I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie
 Asking how I'm doing, yeah, I'm doing fine
 Don't you know the foolish always grow wise?
 Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around
 Grandma was on the slave ship, but we home now
 Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now
 USA be on that bullshit, better go now
 Aye!
 Homie, why you stressing, we got one foot in the grave
 Brother, get your money, get yo ass up on the plane
 Why you with this women if you know she playing games?
 Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame?
 Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 Yo, you gotta let go, let go
 You ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah
 But I don't let them talk about my friends, nah
 You was taking people from their kids
 Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow
 I don't need if I didn't pull it from the ground
 Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd
 Man, I swear my great, great grandma would be proud
 We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the nigga with the crown
 "Thank you very much, it's, uh
 Privilege and a honor to be a in the
 Wide intellectual ghetto of the West"
 In the car, in LA on the 99
 Sunrise, red sky, ambience
 Bad days, rear view, and they stay behind
 PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline
 Black boy, you could be what you want to be
 You the one that carry that baton when they come for me
 Came from the concrete, that's a fizzy fact
 Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass
 Keepin' it honest
 They try to kill you, I promise
 They do it all for the commas
 I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors
 Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters
 They gonna tell you it's gold, but show it really be copper
 And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us
 They want you chasin' the carrot
 Want you fiendin' for pradas
 They want you sick, 'til you vomit
 'Cause you no use when you concious
 
 Lately, I just say I'm outta town
 'Cause I don't really care to be around
 I been making up for my mistakes
 I've been through a lot, I need a break
 More life, never caught
 Wrong place at the wrong time
 I ain't had no chicken in a long time
 I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight
 Got a demon triggering the porch light
 Oh, nah
 Stay alone, 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind
 I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie
 Asking how I'm doing, yeah, I'm doing fine
 Don't you know the foolish always grow wise?
 Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around
 Grandma was on the slave ship, but we home now
 Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now
 USA be on that bullshit, better go now
 Aye!
 Homie, why you stressing, we got one foot in the grave
 Brother, get your money, get yo ass up on the plane
 Why you with this women if you know she playing games?
 Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame?
 Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 Yo, you gotta let go, let go
 You ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah
 But I don't let them talk about my friends, nah
 You was taking people from their kids
 Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow
 I don't need if I didn't pull it from the ground
 Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd
 Man, I swear my great, great grandma would be proud
 We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the nigga with the crown
 "Thank you very much, it's, uh
 Privilege and a honor to be a in the
 Wide intellectual ghetto of the West"
 In the car, in LA on the 99
 Sunrise, red sky, ambience
 Bad days, rear view, and they stay behind
 PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline
 Black boy, you could be what you want to be
 You the one that carry that baton when they come for me
 Came from the concrete, that's a fizzy fact
 Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass
 Keepin' it honest
 They try to kill you, I promise
 They do it all for the commas
 I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors
 Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters
 They gonna tell you it's gold, but show it really be copper
 And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us
 They want you chasin' the carrot
 Want you fiendin' for pradas
 They want you sick, 'til you vomit
 'Cause you no use when you concious
 
 Lately, I just say I'm outta town
 'Cause I don't really care to be around
 I been making up for my mistakes
 I've been through a lot, I need a break
 More life, never caught
 Wrong place at the wrong time
 I ain't had no chicken in a long time
 I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight
 Got a demon triggering the porch light
 Oh, nah
 Stay alone, 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind
 I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie
 Asking how I'm doing, yeah, I'm doing fine
 Don't you know the foolish always grow wise?
 Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around
 Grandma was on the slave ship, but we home now
 Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now
 USA be on that bullshit, better go now
 Aye!
 Homie, why you stressing, we got one foot in the grave
 Brother, get your money, get yo ass up on the plane
 Why you with this women if you know she playing games?
 Why you with this nigga if he treat you like you lame?
 Let go, you ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 Yo, you gotta let go, let go
 You ain't gotta hold on no more
 If you got a good thing, go for it
 We ain't with the bad things no more
 They be saying Karma is a bitch, ah
 But I don't let them talk about my friends, nah
 You was taking people from their kids
 Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow
 I don't need if I didn't pull it from the ground
 Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd
 Man, I swear my great, great grandma would be proud
 We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the nigga with the crown
 "Thank you very much, it's, uh
 Privilege and a honor to be a in the
 Wide intellectual ghetto of the West"
 In the car, in LA on the 99
 Sunrise, red sky, ambience
 Bad days, rear view, and they stay behind
 PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline
 Black boy, you could be what you want to be
 You the one that carry that baton when they come for me
 Came from the concrete, that's a fizzy fact
 Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass
 Keepin' it honest
 They try to kill you, I promise
 They do it all for the commas
 I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors
 Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters
 They gonna tell you it's gold, but show it really be copper
 And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us
 They want you chasin' the carrot
 Want you fiendin' for pradas
 They want you sick, 'til you vomit
 'Cause you no use when you concious