when the kids pull up

Lyrics

why must i feel like that?, why must i feel like that?, incredibly gifted, you can't beat me with a baseball bat, i'm from a place where you better be different, these niggas aiming at your baseball hat, put extra holes in your letterman sixes, niggas retire out the streets with no medals, but they medal left veterans lifted, i'm a king in my checkers a missus checking for change in my pocket, i got babies at home and they ain't feeding they self, bank ain't making no loans to black man, it's 1987 so that crack jam, so my habit make my cash do a tap dance, hand to hand exchanges, got me high as fuck now i'm eager and dangerous, i could stack it up if i just hit a couple licks, i ain't no bitch but if i get caught i'm sure gone miss it, when the kids pull up, when the kids pull up, we grew up on the west-side, west-side, i'm just tryna live my best life, ya damn right, til the kids pull up, grandma cooking the kitchen looking a mess, reminiscing knowing you blessed, in the vision guiding you, i smell violets and violence, sugar and silence, making melodies and beats out of bullets and sirens, wiping boogers on darrel back and davion is smiling, baby how i'm supposed to feed y'all up in this wild asylum, go outside and play a little, grass stains on my jeans, ya'll boss so they scratching up my face a little, faith in little things like candy rings and skittles give it to my crush and all i hope is that she be open to play a little, save a little for tomorrow cause when the lights come on we borrowing time, like watching angels age a little, say a little prayer, before i go to bed, thankful for my mom every night about my head, how she fill that void when pops was in the feds, and her only concern was that her sons will never scare, when the kids pull up, when the kids pull up, we grew up on the west-side, west-side, i'm just tryna live my best life, ya damn right, til the kids pull up, til the kids pull up