Paradise (feat. Helen Hailu)

Grab on for deer life, as I'm scootin through the burbs Seat belt off and I'm driving off of curbs Yes, I do well with curves and the angles Car parked rims still still mangled, hair still tangled Southern Hics, the only definite Gotta scratch that itch Life don't feel good It feels great, it feels immaculate Accurate Description of my issues no prescription Feels like it's television we out her suburban livin' Welcome to the good life, just moved up out the hood life Mama gotta raise, a new job so we doing nice But every week, the Ask for license registration Damn officer, my life don't need your validation Awkward Conversations bring the complications yea we know that Neighborhood watch stop and state "where they staying at" The smallest house on the cul-de-sac It's a dead end, my thoughts on integration? What's the point we won't ever blend My only sin is my skin, thought this move would be a blessing But I'm not seen as neighbor, see my presence as a weapon Classmates think I'm second rate, unless I'm playing ball Yo daddy voted for Reagan, Trump, Bush I cant fuck with y'all Becky bumping lines, Brittany hit me one more time Cortez did the same crime tried to give him 3-9 Submerged in the purge think I'm trapped in disturbia On second thought, damn it's just white suburbia Grab on for deer life, as I'm scootin through the burbs Seat belt off and I'm driving off of curbs Yes, I do well with curves and the angles Car parked rims still still mangled, hair still tangled Southern Hics, the only definite Gotta scratch that itch Life don't feel good It feels great, it feels immaculate Accurate Description of my issues no prescription Feels like it's television we out her suburban livin' Lets get into something It's the end of day, but I don't feel the Lord is coming Running from everything that is pure The storm is passing over but how much more can we endure Thinking likes get him stripes All these instagram pics pics Caught up in the hype Now he's a walking lick Now they In yo crib Pistol whipped, bruised ribs Know the scripture says forgive But he cannot let them live We on go, we on 10 Fuck yo kin, fuck yo friends Out here ridin, if you ain't bout bout it don't hop in Type of game where no one wins Only one way that this ends With a mag that extends Attitude is revenge Cant believe these niggas tried to test my gangsta Got a phone call, Stacy did you ya favor I know who robbed you, it was neighbor They bragging bout the shit, get em now fuck later Got the drip, at the light bust a U Seen them walking down the block, aye lil Nigga what it do Three lunatics sick hopping out the Grand Marquis Look the devil in the eye, hope he made his final peace Got the bibles on the dash When the pistols blast You got feel that rath Emptied out the mag Then we smashed Ran the light, they ran the tags Did em up up and hit em up Put guns in the bag Put the bag in the trunk Burn rubber kick dust