So Real
So real
In the tinted out windows (ooh-ah)
And I can't see where that light shine
I'm just know what I know (ooh-ah, han)
Depression is so real
Watered down windows
And I can't see where the light shine
'Cause I'm so caught in what I know
They don't see the shit that I see
They don't feel the things that I feel
They be cappin' for they IG
And they swear to God they so real
Give no fuck 'bout how they paint me
Long as my sons know whom I'm is
'Nother body, 'nother one killed
I say, paranoia brain chills
And them dead president's bring pills, so it don't mean you no good
Like why the fuck should I go back to my hood?
Yo' conversation ain't good
My pain be rainin' down my face just like Floyd
At the club that night they touched me, I blew it
Relocate to Utah I should
Four inches go out to payroll, rob him
I'ma put the GT up in full throttle
Took her wrist and put the Cartier rock
Double back throw Hermes all up inside her
Band after band, I'm the one that's solid
Shoot two-hundred, nigga, bet a hundred thousand
Leave that nigga livin', kill the ones 'round 'em
Back again once the night has fallin'
I said, yeah
It's a scheme after a dream he be callin'
My brother planned it, I'm all in
I don't know them then, I ain't talkin'
We gon' stalk 'em all damn mornin'
When the dogs out we gon' off him
They gon' bring me down 'til I'm down in jail
Don't be with him if you steady pressurin' him
Depression is so real
Watered down windows
And I can't see where the light shine
'Cause I'm so caught in what I know (woo)
Depression is so real
I'm in the watered down windows (skrrt)
And I can't see where that light shine
I just know what I know (han)
Pull up with the windows tinted
With the glizzy, I'll spin it
Ain't nothin' off limit, we gon' slide
Amy Winehouse fade to black (ayy), made millies off the trap (ayy)
Knock your head of the map, when we fire (fire, woo)
Price of fame ain't cheaper than your thoughts
It put demons in they hearts
You can't even turn to people
'Cause hurt people hurt people
I be swervin' off the drink
I be movin' like I'm Flint
I be dryin' up the ink
When we hop out niggas faint
Lord, I light yo ass up 'til you get on fire (b-b-b-bah)
Where it's smoke, there's fire (Montana)
Depression is so real
Watered down windows
And I can't see where the light shine
'Cause I'm so caught in what I know