The Worst

I look at things with eyes different from yours Held a remote to my life, I put my shit on a pause 'Cause we're really outside, really doing the most And I've been doing myself, I'm tryna capture this growth Memories that I got, PTSD from the past Had enough of all these diamonds, so I put my wrist in glass (put my wrist in glass) When you're from where we're from, 24's ain't enough (24's ain't enough) White birds let them fly, we got baskets full of doves I was always first team, no sub Most of my brothers really made it out a place with no love I don't give a hoe no hugs And I got my killer in the car, he don't miss when he's drunk So it's best if you're causin' no fuss (no fuss) One for these washed up olders You still live at your mum's, you're rubbed They don't even need no slugs, snails never need no slugs 'Cause I'm coming from a place where they don't wanna make it They just want a handout, they just can't face it They just wanna bang out, they don't wanna make this paper Every block's got a dreamer My block had one faceless, had no face to start with Never was nameless They made a cause about me, they got told that I ball like Lakers I take my money countless, money trees that we been raking If the money ain't the topic, don't indulge in conversation Yeah, you heard Pulled up with the latest on the curb I don't think that I'm the shit 'cause I'm deturbed And they worry 'bout the drugs and not the curbs I don't worry 'bout the downs, it could be worse All these girls I passed on, I'm Larry Bird Huncholini, I'm the first, I'm never third (never third) Huncho Khalifa, standing tall like I'm the Burj Nowadays I charge more for my verse (seventy-five thousand, uh-huh) She ain't ratchet but I know that there's a ratchet in her purse (in her purse) Mind how you talk little boy, you can end up in a hearse (rest in peace) Arrested at the door by the feds, got my lady feelin' hurt She still held me down, even through it Yeah, the motherfuckin' worse And I know that sometimes, yeah, that I could be the worse (I ain't perfect) I'm tryna change my life around So you don't have to put the fuckin' pistol in the purse What's it really worth? Blessings and the curse Like, sinnin' in the church like Waitin' in the theatre room, decisions overturned Can't take money grave side, so I always let it burn (let it burn) You give them second chances, they don't learn I've been wavin' for a minute, I'm submerged Mild skunk, now your daughter, I'm here to purge Price went up like when Uber has a surge And they put me in the dirt, so I blew (so I blew) Don't make jokes, brudda, read the fuckin' room Old school like Henry doin' adverts va-va, voom (va-va, voom) I don't do street fights, I sonic boom Sonic, who? (Oh are you?) (Quincy Tellem)