Kids (feat. Flarn)

Snacks and cartoons Turned into bills that's past due Get high inhaling gas fumes Tryna hold to my youth tell truth I'm missing when we was KIDS Nostalgic feelin man I miss when we was kids Nowadays niggas just paying to live Mo' payments mo' pain than the paychecks that you get Ya job treating you like shit started thinking that you should quit Then some other bullshit expense come up The f*ck bruh typa shit that make you wanna pick a gun up Then run up to the teller to tell her you need them funds up Thanks yea I'm talkin Robbin a bank Cause I mean it's God given thanks I ain't homeless But can't see myself making enough shillings to feel the feeling of what buying a home is Or being above poor and not breaking even when it's high time holidays comin in And they say we getting a bonus Hocus pocus it's gone quick as it all came Now my pockets frozen like that one childhood game It's a few fingers I could direct when we talk about who's diving the checks But I ain't gone stress i'll refrain Abstain add some stank And take this joint straight to my damn brain And Burn one for every year of my age Now let the kids sang Snacks and cartoons Turned into bills that's past due Get high inhaling gas fumes Tryna hold to my youth tell truth I miss when we was KIDS Got some money in my pocket working hard Tryna shoot below par and still be a star Got me asking all my homies where's the balance I know I got talent but if I'm working all the time When's there time for the raps Can't kick back With some snacks in my lap Watching adventure time Thought that I was Finn when the kid was ten Now I feel like Jake I'm stretched thin Try to stay away from sin but Neva talking bout a bank I told him just tell me when Im just playing But something's gotta give Got a four year degree thought it was time for a check To tell the truth they wanna see me in debt Let's split a pack of cigarettes just to deal with the stress They say money comes and goes got me thinking bout rent And yes a couple hundred tends to makes a big dent Central heat is broke can't cant feel Shit out the vent Feelin like I'm sleeping in a damn tent I Guess that's why I'm so cold Like snow days with no school This my Lou Will year got me playing by my own rules If the city is magic the moneys bound to connect And if I take Inine to five I'll be full of regret So please don't take offense to this boot on your neck Feel like Stan Van Gundy with this full court press I know y'all understand so I do not digress The verse is over so the Chorus comes next Snacks and cartoons Turned into bills that's past due Get high inhaling gas fumes Tryna hold to my youth tell truth I miss when we was KIDS