Last Crab in a Bucket

These the beats you talk your talk in I know my comp allergic to these ones have them coughing In love with melodies that I so often Hear about in Woodbridge rappers Or sometimes it's drill but it don't matter All the same bars money tall like a ladder I just want some personality in these boys I want them to rap something real not the noise I want them to stop treating guns like they toys How do we get out this hole We digging down We digging down How do we get out this hole We digging down We digging down I just talked to my friend the other day Asking what he been doing Asking if he straight He said he got a kid on the way Meanwhile I'm in school crying to the bank I'm looking at him like dang I really, really, uh, just Want your life for a day How you get that bad girl How you getting paid If that ain't my life I rather die today I thought to myself, why I think like that I been wildin out, since I lost my dad Nah I can't lie it was way before Lack of confidence creepin at the door The only hoes you get are from a centerfold My Glock might be really hard but my heart feeling cold I'm so twisted I should die alone I'm too sad to pick up the phone How do we get out this hole We digging down We digging down How do we get out this hole We digging down We digging down