Silent Ghetto Screams (feat. Dom .B)

Our role models was drug dealers, basketball players, and hood healers

Silent ghetto screams, but the hood hear ya

I’m starting to think the game nowadays is strictly for lil ****

Ain’t no traps for the rats and they clapping the real ****

No hustle motivation, they just wanna drill ****

Smoking every opp, fuck how his momma feel ****

No Kaepernick they cappin’ knees that kneel ****

Then blow ya childhood out all over ya little pictures

Look at all these white folk dressing like field ****

I lost 2 homies this year OD’ing off pill scriptures

Not saying I condone it but, fuck it I feel ****

When pain is all you know sometimes you want’ feel different

Backwoods back to back, I’m risking cancer tryna search for answers

Cash make me a happy camper,

Apple Pay and wire transfers

Life is just a chess move, make ya next ya best move

Or you can get a boom bap bap duh boom

Like a Quest groove

Your love

And these drugs

Don’t feel like they supposed to

Sharing broken hearts with Miss Badu

And it goes on and on

And on and on

Your love,

And these drugs

Don’t feel like they supposed to

Sharing broken hearts with Miss Badu

And it goes on and on

And on and on

Hold me down and set me free

Leave me alone and let me be

Met my dad at 23 and he lived across the street from me

I ain't get no birthday cards, no Christmas gifts, or trick or treats

Crazy, had to speak to y'all just for him to speak to me

Fell in love mad times, but they all flatlined

Supreme lows and blown highs

On good drugs, and bad vibes

The city is like a crab barrel

I knew I had to make it out

My **** made the front page but me, I took the paper route

Remember stealing bikes then spray em’ down

We talking basics now

Take flight then lay them down

My brodie catching cases now

Suburban kids got caught off track

They stuck at the station now

Little bro got pies for the low

They mad that he caking now

Chris got the crocs in sports mode

I speak in morse code

You famous on the net

Your fanbase ain't got no core though

You charge an arm and leg, a little heart will get your tour sold

It's lonely at the top

Only GOATs carry the horseload

You are

Love

And these drugs,

Don't feel the same like they used to, used to

No they don't feel the same, no

No you don't feel the same, no

No we don't feel the same, no

No we don't feel the same, no

No we don't feel the same

Oh

Your love, your love, your love, and these drugs