Should've Been Born In The 80's

(What up, Antt?)

Yeah

Yeah

I'm tired of the same shit, tired of these same bitches

Tired of these same hoes, tired of the same goals

Tired of these fake ****, all on the same shit

I should've just got rich and said fuck this fame shit

But they don't wanna hear that, though

They just wanna hear how I'm rich and all these other **** broke

They don't wanna know the shit I deal with

All the pain I go through

They just wanna know my business, tell it like the hoes do

Thinkin' 'bout my old dude

I don't really like to talk about that shit 'cause it change a **** whole mood

Still wonder what I'm gon' do

Still'll pick my **** up even if I'm down too, that's what bros do

Yeah, I rap, but I still'll make a load move

Cool ****, snatch a new bitch with an old move

I let **** think they win when they pull whole moves

I'll see you at the end, I'm an old school

****, yeah, I hustle, but I grind harder

Yeah, show you how to ball like I'm Coach Carter

Young **** but I move like an OG

Everybody know me

If they don't, bet they gon' see

I'm the one they slept on that they should've bet on

Now these chains got my neck hurtin' like I slept wrong (Shit)

Yeah, I come out smilin' when they think I'm cryin' (Every time)

Yeah, I come out shinin' when they think I'm lyin' (Every time)

Yeah, shinin' so hard'll leave these bitches blind (Every time)

Yeah, must've lost her mind, bitch think she mine

Money, that's my first love like I'm Keke Wyatt

When you havin' real motion, that'll keep you quiet

Never show your hand before you win, they gon' hate on you

Never wear your heart out on your sleeve, they gon' play on you

If she a real bitch and you tryin', she gon' wait on you

If you a real **** and you grindin', she gon' pray for you

I'm a real **** and I'm grindin', so I know the feeling

I done had my back against the wall, so I know it's killing

You just gotta keep goin', know your time comin'

I'm still waitin' on mine but my mind wonderin'

I see **** like me make it every day

Then I remember ain't no **** like me (Come on, now)

They don't got what I got, see what I see

They don't move how I move, think how I think

Everybody need somethin', what about me?

Yeah, mind racin', I ain't thinkin' 'bout sleep

And my mama had me but I'm God's baby

Young **** should've been born in the 80s, yeah