Whatchu Know

[Hook 1: JB] Why you crying, fuck boy, grow a sack, son You don't want it, motherfucker, back up What you know about the youngens thugging on a track Its a wrap, homie, we the ones the legends want to dap up You don't know about it you don't want to We be shtting on them what you want, dude Quit it with the feminine sentences, homie, back up You ain't nothing, though, we don't love these, hoes, back up [Verse 1: JB] Whatchu know about it? Whatchu know about the struggles ho? I been stressing counting blessings down and left, but fuck it though Fuck it though, fuck around and puff a pound of dutches down I'm blunted now I'm going all in, I ain't bluffin' no Putting up everything I have forget possessions And my only outlet is rap, This is self expression Hell with questions only thing I'm asking for is a mill I got the skills for the test, I've invested my will and Basically I've sold my soul, pray that god don't let me go Give a fuck, Imma live it up, and imma pray that gets me dough Imma pray that gets me dough and everything I ever wanted Like that Haro, but money was tight so momma never bought it And I never came to realize til I got a little older while they warn of global warming We've got people getting colder and greedier, needier Y'all will take but never give, you'll be dead by the end of the night you were blessed with a life but you never live, no [Hook 1: JB] [Verse 2: Dey Bishop] Dey stay blasted, pour a forty for the homie, caught a homi while he hungry, stay laughing When you lay in casket, yo face fattens, how ironic Coping with chronic the pains mastered, should go for my doctrine No bluffing, 7th grade, planning school funds My cousin at the same age, handling a gun Tryna shine like a diamond whats a candle to the sun Cause in the eyes of the fives, we all vandals in the slums Graduated, in the back of a black Ac' faded chugging a fifth Fucking this bitch, whats something to sip Celebrated, but my cousin busting a clip Devastated, enough, I could flip An acrobat, my habitat inhabits gats, I don't wanna see em Hear that clap clap, ratatatata, onamonopeia Fuck it, R.I.P to the young god R.E.P till I D.I.E from a gun charge Not a thug, dog, I ain't homicidal Shit, I'll prolly kill myself before me doors are suicidal [Hook 1: JB] [Hook 2: Dey Bishop] Why you crying, fuck boy, grow a sac, son You don't want it motherfucker so just back up Whatchu know about the youngins fucking with that wax Crumbling up that crack, hoping that they god is down to dap up Oh, you know about it, what you want, fool? We hanging in the back, homie, come through Quit it with the bitching, these riches we stack up Talking righteous shit? Homie, back up [Verse 3: JB] They say they hate the way we curse, why you so sensitive? The way I grace the mic with a perfect touch it's almost sedative It's whatever I said it is now sleep, I'm a mirage Still the reason parents keep their children's bikes in the garage I'm a monster like the Loch Ness. Your a fan of hip hop, yes? Then tell me who's tatted on Pac's chest. Tell me where Frank White died Who was reppin' 139 and Lennox? Taught me Ebonics, he was a nice guy We all live in this world but there's a lot of danger I've contemplated staying in a hyperbolic chamber Because people aren't my nature id rather be, one with nature Away from pavement and skyscrapers, doing things in my favor Making sure I'm safe and don't get stuck like fly paper Live now die later, get down 5 lazers pointed at us Mother fuckers need to back up [Hook 2: Dey Bishop] [Verse 4: Dey Bishop] They say we smoke too much, like whatchu talking about I say you think you know too much, so shut your fucking mouth I need to slow down, your circle still up with that fake shit Like red or blue, I'm the purple pill up in the matrix Lifes a bitch, but that bitch a dominatrix Her safe word is 'death' along with her favorite fragrance While your daddy ageless or played with gats My mama was a waitress, whats more gangster than that? This town? I feel like god had planned it Thats why our eyes slanted till we see the nine planets Fuck a friend or relation rather sink in titantic Pick up lines to the thickest thighs, sympathize with stick up guys on the brink of nines, cannons Why I drink and drive, frantic in the blink of eyes, panic Quite scared these nightmares, were just dreams, now the scenes are panoramic [Hook 2: Dey Bishop]