Exploits and Glitches

[Hook] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey HEY! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey HEY! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey HEY! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey HEY! Blue collars (HEY) Bright lights (yeah) Brown Skies (uggh) And Bullshit (nope) Blue collars, bright lights, brown skies and bullshit The only way to beat it is in exploits and glitches [Verse 1] Ten, you can hear the pistol sparkin’ Not so far from the dismal darkness The sounds of the criminal artists That does a good job to keep the pitbulls barkin’ Cars drive by, stylized by the hustler The sun-kissed bus bench is brittle with the customer The fiends with no goals or physical targets That live in apartments that resemble the projects Women get with men just to get ‘em some garments They don’t consider it progress, it’s living regardless The glass is 2 inches thick at the market The thick chick streetwalker hops out of utility van’s parked Waving “Hi” at my daughter––awkward I almost could have fought her Since I’m such a loving father, gave the slut a cup of water To watch her vomit all over the floor and the father Then I missed my bus, and that’s why I’m late to work! [Hook] [Verse 2] All I know is that I’m so SoCal And you don’t know jack shit if you don’t like my style All I know, but that last statement there’s exclusion But a note from the school nurse just won’t do it (stupid) All I know is that they can huff and they puff But I don’t give a fuck because I was born in a gust All I know is that life blows So you might as well attach yourself to a kites string And stay fly while you die slow, all I know is audible I wrote it down to spit it over one of Mack Munk’s hot ass beats And step back like “Good goddamn That can’t be the only thing that junior college taught me” (no) The nurse fought and now they’re cool (yea you swear you think you’re cool) The thugs and jocks staying stuck in a stupor While I was in a weed-induced coma through school Woke up and looked around like “What the fuck, is this the future?” You ever feel like you can’t fit in In a crowd all alone ‘cause your friends are in the pen Or up under some bitch tryin’ to whip the pussy But the pussy pulled a pistol, reversed roles, and whipped them? Well do you!?