Internet Don’t Have Feelings

[Intro: Chris Crack]
Yeah
Yeah, bitch
Haha

[Verse: Chris Crack]
I'mma grow from that dirt that them niggas left me in
It's folks' love, but God bless [?]
Yeah, I said it, far from reckless
They start forgetting
Get bar protection
No father lessons
Just trial and error
They tried to scare us
Ay, square up with a bear or something
Or play in traffic
I didn't pay my taxes
Just ask me how I slayed that dragon
And we don't even split the blunt
So how they gon' get fatter?
We don't even split the blunt
So how they gon' get fatter?
To their face
Just smoked a eighth of shatter
Free my mind from all these hateful matters
She only call me on [?] 'cause it's Saturday
That's my campaign
And she my rock, so I ain't gotta slang
Or pick the pipe up
Ay, light one for niggas who don't like us
And three more for the ones who lost they lives
And black mothers who gotta mourn
Like this ain't some type of violence
I guess I called you
I'm sippin' rosé 'cause somebody lied
And real men should never forget that it's okay to cry
They think I'm a lil' conceded
But I'm just kinda shy
Hi
Richard Pryor how I forgot my line
Don't play the sides
Select one, then get in the way of fire
Pow

[Outro]
I had to get it on my homie
'Cause them niggas wasn't getting no paper
Pour out some Henny or the Rémy Grand Cru
And we ain't needing no chaser
I had a vision, doin' numbers two years
And I don't owe them no favors