LayLo - lamuse

YeahCALEB

Spent summers reminiscing over autumn

Homie just got out the pen I thought I’d call him

To afraid to say what I wanna say to be honest

The past is the past but it’s hard to think beyond it

The coldest nights in which we prayed to see the morning

Sun rising like rockie in rounds against opponents

I’m not for The gram or snap in the mirror posing

Like how I look I just hate when people notice

My picture outta focus my heart a lil hopeless

How you make shot when the basket never open

And the first touch you get of the game the ball gets stolen

And yo ankle swollen and you knees is bent

Campfire ghost stories for those that ain’t pitch a tent

Grew up well but my pops was still militant

Fighting off demons and music was the only to vent

YeahCALEB

Stackin my bread, so I lay low

I got the cops on the payroll

Where did them go

Damn

Lamuse

Uhh

I’m mad at this bitch that I fuck wit

She think I’m privileged & rich

Well that in public

Come ask me about my private

Ain’t none of this shit was easy somebody is sacrificing if I got some shit

provided

I’m wildin'

I watched my pops push that baggy in a baggy then a plastic bag

Watched him pass it to his bro and told him just to handle that

You going story for story I can’t imagine that

Ain’t glorifying shit like its achievements

Wish I could give back all these trophies didn’t achieve shit

My mom working the three shift

I feel her grievance

I prayed she leave him

She buckled up

He buckled down we in agreement

This about be a rocky path

We threw the dirty money out we on our own at last

But now we argue a lot

I see resent in her face

She looking wasted away

So when I make it ma you never gotta work again

Yeah, you never gotta work again

YeahCALEB

Stackin my bread, so I lay low

I got the cops on the payroll

Where did them go

Damn

YeahCALEB

I ain’t grow up where niggas is carnivorous

I was told to be chivalrous and see how for you get

Till I get stepped on slept on it kept on even when

I begged them stop and I was innocent

That’s when weapons and f bombs was evidence

How you can you tell me to chill when I feel powerless

It was pretty rough 1st block out the hood and niggas still get touched

Wasn’t allowed out the house cause queens niggas ran the number up

Came with them tools like plumber bruh

Held my first shells when I was twelve to see the hype and fuss

Ion brag about the dark parts to seem tough

Growing up in two worlds I think I seen enough

The hood side just need love and good side needs to give up

Pouring out for my niggas that ain’t had never the warmth of a mother’s touch