THE BACKSTORY - Live

[Verse 1: DYSTOPIAN.]
Yeah, me and my homies had ideas, we put it on the paper
Gel tabs, gel pens, heart was fucking pacing
Used to make a living flipping tabs and shit jeans
I was dedicated, faded writing sixteens
Love my fit, lil shorty, she gon' give me peace
Me and my homies used to party like it's '63
When the cat got your tongue, you ain't gotta speak
I ain't never need your whiny pops to father me
This pad has got the honest me since friends are mostly temporary
Ask my mother can we take a trip to cemetery
This pad has got it's vision
Try to get my mom to listen
Writing all my wrongs inside my songs and hoping God will give in
You ain't know the pain of being lost
Without a father or mother to give you equal cost
I see the lawyers getting filthy rich people lost
So I don't give a fuck, I need my money just to even saw
I been running with the fucking mindset of killing, whoa (Whoa, whoa)
I swear I ain't the villain
I been running with the dirty fucking mindset of killing
I swear I ain't the villain, I swear
We come from the gutters around the corner
We was jumping them borders and taking orders
We was losing our minds, those little tabs did so much damage to my mental, I hate acid
Some words before I leave (Leave, leave)
Let me paint a picture
I got blood upon my jeans and the blood is from my feet, fuck it
My feet of clay in need of help, I feel like sleeping dead
And if I'm breathing, I'm gon' feel as if I'm stealing breath
I used to rap about dishonest ways and grew to change
But some things that I did will never get to leave my brain
Hah, I feel insane
Yeah, I wanted change
I wanna go in a different path
I have been brave
Grew up without a dad, I was all alone in the house
Had my phone and an ounce
Smoking and hoping my homies would do good
I then have a shorty, then gave me the-

[Verse 2: KidTokio]
The truth is, I hate me more than you
I hate that that's my car, but you tell oldie that's your crew
Bitch, I ain't your crew, I ain't your crew, I ain't your kin
I don't know you, I don't know bro, I don't know him
Rocks so hard, nigga toes on timb
Hold my L's while I hold my M's
Shit get cold when the lights get dim
Even Ja then couldn't wipe my lens
I'ma do it over, let me start again
I ain't your crew, I ain't your kin
I ain't your friend, I ain't your mama
I ain't your cousin, I ain't your auntie
I ain't your sister, I ain't your papa
I ain't yo-
I ain't yo relative, bruh
I ain't yo relative, bruh
I ain't yo relative, bruh
I ain't yo relative, bruh
Treated you just like my brother, the biggest mistake that a nigga done made
Was giving a nigga my pen and ripping out pieces of lyrical pain
For a nigga that had his own book, but kept taking shit from the front of my page
Damn, that was my guy
Damn, that was my brother
The nigga I let in my house and got out the lead that was brought from my mother
A nigga never had home, but I give it to him, the pillows and covers
Damn, I wasn't shit, too
Damn, I wasn't shit, too
Damn, I wasn't shit, too
Damn, I wasn't shit, too