capital punishment

As I get older I appreciate my elders more Family of lost boys, never-land is evermore Name a bigger fall off than 6ix9ine or the Ellen Show We on album number three, and I still got like seven more A dog, a fly, a car, a bitch who wanna see it all And I be tryna push the pain away like white girls at a mall Every day they tryna sell me on some shit that's been around Girl I like those pants but I wanna see the zipper down Grow a boy up, just to beat 'em out and clip him down Chew it up, spit it out, taste good, oregano I'm raking in green and I grew it from the ground Money and weed, we exchanging by the pound h@mpton. on the FM, this the new sound Bitch I make music for the…three thou' No consumer produce I produce the shit outta music for the soul improvement Moving to the groove, okay Bitches think they funny I know violence ain't the answer but I wanna sock 'em in the face If you making fun of me and hitting on my babe Boy, you so fucking lame I thought I'd be a good man by 16 But I'm 16 now and I'm still the same I ain't got no confidence, I'm prominently opposite (Too far south, yeah too far down) I ain't got no confidence and often it's because you're not here (Too far south, too far south) I ain't got no confidence, I'm prominently opposite (Too far south, yeah too far down) I ain't got no confidence and often it's because you're not here (Too far south, too far south) I ain't got no confidence, I'm prominently opposite (Too far south, yeah too far down) I ain't got no confidence and often it's because you're not here (Too far south, too far south)