1942 (feat. EL CID)

I can't feel shit, got thoughts up in my head That I know that I can't deal with Can never find that kill switch Wasn't my intention to have this type of distance I'll keep this shit a stack, my bad I couldn't give in It's times like this that got me thinking bout the basics Ridin' round the city, papers burnin' while we lane switch Ranger had no AC, windows down, blowin' the dankest Pulled up in a royal, you had bitches outside waitin And now I'm bossed up, but you gone Big body in my driveway, half the shit I sell is foreign Still don't know how to feel They keep tellin me it's fine I'll just wake up, stack my bread Blow my trees until it's time, shit For the real to link Tell me what you think How come all this shit that feels so close is just so out of reach Countin' down the days until my mama's in the house that's paid All my dogs are on that wave and we just waitin for the break We get it poppin' and start off the party 1942 just to get it started We get it poppin' and start off the party 1942 just to get it started How'd I end up right here? Takin' spliffs to the face I've been high all year Let me turn up the pace Just to make things clear I'm here to stay No old friends Out of sight, out of mind Makin' money with friends From the bull to the vice The view lookin' nice I suggest I advice Not to test me Black Air Forces when I'm steppin A-wheel on your head, boy, you better check in I'm on the other side, yeah, I'm still reppin' On the other side and I still got leverage Pop the addy for the night, yeah, I'm so restless 1942, it's just hit different I'm up to somethin' no drownin' in my feelings When I'm stackin' in abundance Like, how could I be frontin' This desert open season We're poppin' tags like we're huntin Send a couple texts One phone call and then they dump em No fees or nothin' This ain't no fuckin' flex I'm steady flippin' metal I can't trap no fake Rx Only time will tell In that time I'll cash my checks Probably take a trip with shorty Copped that Dior matching set And I ain't cappin' shit Ain't got no additives Always tried to win, now it's too easy boy, I'm lappin' shit CID, the MVP, the league Hate me like Kaepernick You ain't talkin' game, lil' bitch And I ain't talkin' practicin We get it poppin' and start off the party 1942, just to get it started We get it poppin' and start off the party 1942, just to get it started