Where Kids Live

Making jams for her cherry We dripping with eyes Know our souls been weary The coating on pills Make my cuz skin heavy He get for the bitches so F*ck with henny That faya dime piece Inspire crime sprees Unloading at the bank Make entire lines freeze He buzzing from the cat For something for the cat I love him when her scratch A dozen penny sacks Above and in the flats Our loving rarely last Uncovering heavy facts I walk around with spirits That talk about a business They asking where the kids is They asking where the kids live We gotta slaughter goats To honour all the quotes Im calling from the ropes Was hanging in the ring Im clawing up the slopes A fucking man thing We singing in the hills He bringing up his kills Niggas know that k Be lip hip hop hooray Growing everyday Keep my dick on you bae Smoking through a whole phase Dealing with my damn teens Going Through a wall... face Dripping to my genes Living with this heaviness Feel it on my chest A man gotta make racks Furnishing the heads Of all our boy kids Like they gotta make homes They were never right Taking pages to throats I'm on the prime time line My children finna fine dine Summoned at 9 past nine Come in and finish my wine Baby got news i anchor Drip through i lose my anger Playing the blues i thank her She giving me clues i spank her Pull up with boots like santa She up my bag i stand her Told her its gonna rein deer My people making change here Licks in the house I climb it Not fixing the spouse im fine bitch Lie to the girl I lie with I'm counting but i cant sine shit