roaches

remember roaches in my ashtray

and roaches in my cereal

airforce knockoffs

with the gucci print material

way before the iphones

twitter gram socials

i'm talkin bout nextel chirps

and boost mobiles

back when the face tatts was for og killas

now i'm seein' tear drops on you soundcloud niggas

remember back when music had content and metaphors

way before the mumble nonsense and poppin handlebars

all these rappers junkies talkin like they dope dealers

one song they scammers the next song they killers

first time i shot the gun the neighbors called the peoples

i was watchin 12 search for shells like easter

that's around the time they shot my daddy for the rollie

round the same time ai lost to kobe

platinum fubu summers rockin iceberg in the winter

gold bag hermans ain't no sprewell spinners

fuckin up computers usin limewire bear share

bootleggin boostin sellin cd's at the daycare

savin up gwala for my stash spot

momma still ask me how the fuck i get that xbox

round the first time i saw my uncle smokin crack rocks

in the flinstones smokin pebbles like it's bedrock

round the same time my pops was scammin on that laptop

still remember when my uncle sidney took that headshot

i was tryna get those jordan 17 deadstocks

used to hoop dream pushin rock on the blacktop

started home invadin kickin combination padlock

puttin crackrock in the finger for leg lock

i was hella young watchin triple h & ric flair

bust my head open play fightin with a steel chair

tryna be a wrestler almost put me in a wheelchair

thankful for that medicare welfare hell yeah

remember roaches in my ashtray

and roaches in my cereal

airforce knockoffs

with the gucci print material

way before the iphones

twitter gram socials

i'm talkin bout nextel chirps

and boost mobiles

back when the face tatts was for og killas

now i'm seein tear drops on you soundcloud niggas

remember back when music had content and metaphors

way before the mumble nonsense and poppin handlebars

nowadays i can't even walk in the store

without these crazy-ass fans and boppin-ass hoes

back in 04 a hoe said i wouldn't blow

now every show i go 3 or 4 give me dome

i was up in vegas at the mayweather party

then my momma call me bout hurricane harvey

said the house got flooded water covered up the sofa

impala range rover she need me to come over

nowhere near so it was fuckin up my night

like they gon be alright tomorrow book a flight

book a 40 mins call she was callin all night

said there's no more food and lights

and she been fightin for her life

told toby book the plane i gotta be there by tonight

but all this hurricane rain made the airport cancel flights

i'm like what the fuck how?"