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Big dog big fish
All we ever try to be is hood rich

Pop a bottle pop a bean you know it's lit
Spread these hundreds 'cross the face now take this pic

Ok we Drowning all our problems until we pass out
Beefing over dollar bills so they slaughter cash cow

Baby girl think I'm fronting watch me blow her back out
Rushing to the bag from here to Moscow

Shorty off the molly fucking with no condom
Life of the party death before dishonor

She gon' blow like TNT my phone on DND
I can't show em all this game this ain't TNT

You know I be
In the cut

Henny in the cup
Only few to trust

What the fuck
You can't fuck with us

We be in a rush
On the go

You know how it go
Never break the code yeah

Tell 'em it's slow yeah
Tell 'em it's slow

Pray to God but we not religious
Granny say go to church but we in the trenches

Can't no preacher ever reach us about how we feeling
Forced us to wear these masks now it's mass killings

I be chillin
What it do

You know how i do
You know how i groove

Get her wet up inside the whip that's a carpool
Show respect when a nigga flex I got shit to prove

Catch this rec if you wanna step we ain't got no rules

For the money i need all the smoke
Big worm

Roll a eiffy so we all can smoke
Let it burn

Saw my OGs put in all the work
My turn

We was thirsty just to do some dirt
Had to learn

Bitch we extra
Never test us

Do my dance with no effort
Living reckless

Living like it's no tomorrow
Our time is borrowed

Roll that blunt and pour that bottle
Until we spiral

Yurr aye

Know the deal this is how we feel
Ironic that we fed up but we need a mill

Ghetto boy up in college I was doing me
Got student debt but my niggas in debt to the streets

Fuck Sallie Mae from the back that's just where I'm at
When I get rich off this rap still won't pay her back

Told my brothers check they pack
Yeah they lacing thrax

Homie died from a blunt he ain't coming back
Yeah they gone

This the life of a 20 something
Never having nothing

Different strokes all up in the pussy call me Phillip Drummond
Need it bad

Yea she Superbad
Want some McLoving

Hit the gas hundred on dash
We just keep running

We conditioned
Oh lord we conditioned

Black man in America no time to process feelings

Living close to the edge no care watch him cock and then squeeze
Jet from the scene black bodies all from that magazine

So many issues

RIPs on they news feed but they don't miss you
Clout chasing ya dead soul like they was with you

Can't get a grip on this life so we just grip the pistol

My nigga sipping on activist calling me an activist
Xanies and Percocets be numbing all of the damages

We be drowning in bottles just to run from the challenges
Ass titties and music as I take in this cannibus

Aw shit

For the money i need all the smoke
Big worm

Roll a eiffy so we all can smoke
Let it burn

Saw my OGs put in all the work
My turn

We was thirsty just to do some dirt
Had to learn

Bitch we extra
Never test us

Do my dance with no effort
Living reckless

Living like it's no tomorrow
Our time is borrowed

Roll that blunt and pour that bottle
Until we spiral

Yurr aye

credits

from This Is How We Feel: Act 2 (Institutionalized), released July 8, 2021
prod. by apollo rome
mixed by khari and maaster matt
mastered by maaster matt

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Khari Cincinnati, Ohio

Born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio, Khari always had a passion for telling stories and making music. Having being brought up on 90s Hip-Hop by his father and classic old school jams by his grandparents, Khari developed a knack for lyricism and soul. Khari strives to connect and inspire audiences through his creative lyrics, unique flow, and vivid story telling. ... more

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