How Many Times? (I Need To Make It Out the Hood)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ay, man, this that real shit
This is the struggle, man, this is that-
I can't-, I can’t-
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got it straight up from the mud, I got that mud in my cup
I'm so sad, I can't believe the things that I have seen out in these streets
Man, I can’t believe, I can't see, ‘cause I'm blind
I'm runnin' it up, I'm Roddy Ray Charles (Woo!)
I'm Ray Charles ‘cause I'm blind and I can’t see ‘cause my eyes are not alive
I feel sad, I feel bad, every time I sleep I wanna die
I’m not good, it's not good in the hood, I have no food
I called my mom up and I told her “Fuck you”

[Hook 1]
How many times do I gotta cry?
How many times do I gotta wish to die?
How many timеs do I gotta pray?
How many times do I gotta pray to the sky to feel good?
Too many times, man
How many timеs, uh, do I have to be victimized for bein’ white?
How many times, man? How many times, man?
How many times, man? I'm not good, man
I'm not good (I'm not good)

[Interlude]
Yeah
Aye, what? Aye, yuh, aye, what? Aye, yuh, aye, yuh
Ayo
Man, if you feelin’ this, man, put your fuckin' hands in the air!
Like you just don't care!

[Verse 2]
Suicidal tendencies, I can't think
Every time I die it's ‘cause I blinked
Aye, Blink-182 is my savior
Lord and savior, help us, baby Jesus
They can't see us, they wanna be us
‘Cause they ain't shit, bruh, ‘cause they wanna team up
Bitches talk shit ‘cause man, they in a Prius
I'm homophobic, man, I feel like Zias
‘Cause they think that they better than us but they ain't
I'm NIpsey Hussle the way I hustle and I'm motherfuckin' Waka-Flocka-Flames ‘cause I'm hard in the fuckin' paint
Everybody knows, all the struggles I've been through
Yeah, they don't know, all the shit that I've been through
They don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eee-rrr, eee-rrr!
And I gotta thank my mom, and I gotta thank my mom
And I gotta thank Tory Lanez for makin' Alone At Prom
That's my favorite album ever, it inspired me in any way
Every fuckin' day, man

[Hook 2]
How many times do I gotta cry?
How many times do I gotta wish to die?
How many times do I gotta pray and pop pills and oh, to end up in the sky?
How many times? I can't think anymore
I'm going insane, I'm Kurt Cobain, uh
I'm gonna blow up my brains (I'm sad)
(They gon' be so sad) When they find out that my bitch is bad
And I'm in the hood, and I don't have it good
And I'm very sad
(I'm so depressed)
(And I feel like Twenty One Pilots ‘cause I'm stressed out)
How many times do I gotta pray to get out?
Of this world, of this hood, of this shit
Fuck yo' bitch, I bought her a pearl
Fuck yo' girl, fuck yo' girl
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank, luh crank, luh crank

[Outro]
Fuckin' hell, man, what the fuck is wrong with me, man?
Que chucha estoy haciendo, weón?