Seen Some Thangs

Check check bout to go Rittz Caskey [Hook: Caskey] Fresh from out of a zone where they don’t like to speak my name Its like Voldemort, they all endorse the brain but they are so afraid of change And I am the poster child for strange, shackled up with a fuck load chains What the fuck these rappers know bout pain? I done seen some things I done seen some things I done seen some things I done seen some [Verse 1: Caskey] Mother fuck social structure, I'm a postal going buzzer I'm a go sucker punch any Usher looking motherfucker That’s tryna confess me something, Won't you bet me something? Thinking dog I bet we hustling harder than the hardest junction The two dope boys and a dope fiend rushing Whats the motto of a scratch off ticket and a 3 buck lotto? Nobody gone see us wallow in the field of indo My kinfolk swallow everything from Klonopin, to Xanax bars To Roxy 30’s And all of these cops be dirty So I don’t trust none one you got me? I heard he was speaking on my name [Bridge: Caskey] Well let me tell you the truth I ain't nothing like how no saint be, I'm just doing right by these youth And I ain't nothing like no Jay-Z, I'm just doing right by these booths And I ain't ever been one to pray to God, I just pray to God I let loose [Verse 2: Caskey] So sick of feeling disconnected Every day I wake up pissed feeling misdirected You ever been lost like you didn’t know the reason you was still here? And you getting flash backs of the wheel chair Sedated in the hospital, barely made it past one of life's obstacles Put a whole lot of strain on my opticals I need to stop I'm in a toxic hold And shit I'm feeling like my pops disowned me At least that’s what it feel like when you stop by your homie crib And you the only kid whose pops ain't there to talk baseball, fuck this man I hate y'all I was spending way too much time in my room with the 8 ball, bumping that 8Ball Tryna find a way to come up making late calls, I was just worried bout a dollar fuck a state law Wait up! My homie had a plug with the xanax ohh "tell me about it" One of his stings popped 20 at a time and he panicked "I hope he ain't tell nobody about it" and he didn’t But something feel wrong about the song when I only tell One side of the story My sister made a call from a rehab phone, when she asked What I was doing I said “chilling”, I was sipping on a 40 Selling pills out the side of my Maxima Damn. I deserve to have my knee caps blown I never really seen cash tho And I resented all the times she had relapsed so I was Out here And my pops shot himself in the crib that I sleep in And my momma wonder why the fuck I had to move out And I barely come by on the weekends, I was just tryna maintain [Bridge: Caskey] All eyes on the truth I ain't nothing like how no saint be, Im just doing right by these youth And I ain't nothing like no AZ, Im just doing right by these booths And I ain't ever been one to pray to God, I just pray to God I let loose On a 16, drop this dope [Hook] [Verse 3: Rittz] Papa left us, Mama worked We would steal dollar bills right up out the purse Another child in search of some kind of structure Fuck school smoking weed behind the dumpster Taking guns to school, they tried to ban on me They thought my family problems had damaged me Look at the mantle, we looked so happy then We were just acting for the camera, cheese There’s no sanity Young teenagers growing up in the burbs of Atlanta We were so pissed off talking shit with weapons on us Fist fights turn into an amputee With no broken noses Suicidal teenagers, overdoses Hit so close to home but we ain’t even try to show we notice Trying to act grown up wearing shoulder holsters Dude from out of town trying to okie doke us You get punked at Kroger for bumping shoulders Get punched lose your motherfucking fronts to mollers Wake up and notice all your drugs are stolen While the malls full of middle class cunts with strollers We was outside chilling in the parking deck Selling coke to a dude up in the Mustang Cobra He done did too much and had a heart attack That ain’t my fault is it? Maybe I lost vision in my eyeball I'm lost, bye mom, wishing Hoping my pop visit, but he didn’t Now I’m getting into trouble, I’m a time bomb ticking Homie I’m not living but I’m breathing though You say you disagree but to each his own I wanna see you put my sneakers on There ain't no privacy no more, its like I’m talking on a speaker phone Its like a dead body decomposed your nose can’t ignore it And he can’t stand, can't damn, can’t afford it And he god damn friends ain’t there no more But your still gone and you don’t plan to land in orbit Xanax and loratabs numb the pain This is real life, mother fuck hunger games Homie I done did and seen a ton of things This is Rittz and Caskey Cash Money/Strange and get killed [Caskey] I done seen some things I done seen some things I done seen some things I done seen some