R.E.M. State

F*** pretense, you can see this Weekends im a demon My speech cleanse every weakling Where the beat kais, I gotta speak man Back in po- locks on the shed door Shezzy popped bottles on the top floor Stop, I dont wanna talk to em Yous a thot, you should open up more Where the beans man My crib, my forty sip, these doors, my whip Let em grive fast My grip, my vice, my girl, my ice get poured in a clean glass Gotta fill that shit up, gotta get a mil bruh cint no body bleed cash But im breathing the facts, I cannot relax These bros gimme something like Didnt know she would die in the summertime Running fast, like she on the hunnid mile Heard my momma say you aint no son of mine Yea Talkin family heard it a hundred times cnd im shootin my shot at a hundred lives cint no columbine Got me just running around the place Heavy thinking of the pace in another simulation F*ck listening to all your tapes You's a product with some bass, heavy breathing in a way to (make money) We all just tryna get a raise F*ck the man i like the chase Everybody wanna just (make some money) Got everybody in a station We writing down the basics, our love is on the way I'm a product of hustling coins cnd missing the rent, and doubting the order Everybody wanna get the patch, smelling lemon grass, on a yacht in the morning Back when the boys, tell me to relax, they watching my back, they turning the corner clways gotta catch, when you with a pack, stacks getting flat, money like a chore Shit I aint it wit it, gotta couple digits Hit up chase, he done bout the business Pull up (woo), gotta couple hitties Live the life getting all the bitches Shit aint true, gotta hold the minutes Like they in a zoom call, bout the finish Take me back to the days we was in a maze Tryna figure out this shit with Damn