Letra de SUBURBAN KIDZ - Ray Vaughn

(Feat. [])

Part 1

Everyone wants the good, the bad, the ugly

So the right way is the right way

If you go to the left, you gonna do wrong

Who you follow that make you get back up, get back up

Mm

Sometimes a family lives inside the crack house

Electric off, tellin' CPS it's a blackout

A slave mentality the reason why we lashed out

A ugly nigga, curved by bitches that I asked out

See, at this time, I started out pilin' up my trauma with the dirty clothes

Slurry flows, prayin' that my wrists can get McFlurry froze

I'm not that good at sellin' ki's, just prayin' that they open doors

The Simpsons, I just wanted Moe, I cried at all my early shows

Seventh grade, we livin' wit' Donte, our life was crumblin'

Tongue kissin' Maggie and Erba put me on punishment

Dysfunctional but functionin', Lil Jon was playin' on the radio

My nigga Jon will never get a chance to get crunk again

Auntie hit me in my face with a bottle

And said sorry when the damage was done

In actuality, it was really 'posed to land on her son

Boiled extension cords to beat him on his back so it stung

Family gatherings, Jack Daniels was in attendance

My whole family been strugglin' with addiction

Was quiet as a kid, they see me now and be like, "Damn, you a musician?"

Scared to help 'em out 'cause it might turn to a subscription

One of my cousins said he don't believe in God

'Cause if he was real, he woulda helped him with a job

He woulda helped his newborn stay alive

And he woulda never took his daddy and his moms

Rainy days gon' continue when the sun down

Prayin' that we can figure it out somehow

Could you blame me? I been dealin' with a tough crowd

Lately I been lucky if I get one smile

Just one smile (Just one), just one smile (Just one smile)

Just one smile from the tough crowd, tough crowd

No more smiles from Joey, he OD'd on Snapchat off them Xanny bars

Fam think he in heaven, I don't think that's where he live at all

Pulled up on a joint I'm tryna smack, I used my girl car

She was on FaceTime with my bitch, damn, the world small

WorldStar

Death must feel better than life

Trapped in a cycle like I fell off my bike

They chase stars while I chase my dead

They got homes, I got ghosts instead

They got futures while I count regrets

They forget life, I can't forget where I came from

Erba Jean screamin' Ray Vaughn

Part 2

Yeah, look, PornHub stuck on browser, Del Taco, eight an hour

Section 8, reusin' voucher, turned into a Debbie Downer

I can smell a rainy day, I done had three baby showers

Baby mama died in childbirth, I'm scared to think about her

Man, who wanna know how he feels? Taxin' me for free will

Life gave a coupon, I used it on my plea deals

School lunch, free meals, poked a hole in milk bag

Let me get a refill, let me know where peace lives

Preachin' to the choir, all my preachers, they was liars

One was married, but he still tried sleepin' with my mama

Who lookin' down on me? Fuck they Southern eyes

God, hold on, the devil on the other line

Still a nigga even though you can't call me one

All my cousins claimin' babies while the night was young

Excuse me while I reflect on my nights in the slums

Grateful I never had to lose my life to a gun, pow

Keep on fightin' (Keep on fightin')

'Cause life be lifin' (Life be lifin')

Life be lifin' (Life be)

Life be lifin', yeah (Live on)

It hit like Tyson (Forever)

Life be lifin' (Life be lifin')

Life be lifin' (Life be lifin')

Keep on fightin', yeah (Keep on fightin')

Ayy, masked up, robbin' cribs, Batman drinkin' beers

Pawn shops full of sins, noble life, suburban kids

Convo's full of rids, picked it up from Dorothy Diggs

Tell a joke for Donna Siege, bad boy, I'm thinkin' big

Nuts drop, I'm kicked out, livin' at my bitch house

She kick me out too, I got a slick mouth

Always had a problem with makin' shit bigger than it should be

That's 'cause I feel like nobody understood me

Naked truth, my vocals raw, I fuck wit' raw, I'm watchin' Raw

Wrestlin' my demons, dog, I write it off

I ain't have no jewels, beady beads on me like the Mardi Gras

Tryin' to figure out how much a hollow cost

These niggas don't hit my line no more

Family complainin', sayin', "Vaughn ain't got time no more"

Stuck in panic mode

I'm tryin' to make it off the one block where guns cock

And everybody's selfie is a mugshot, say cheese

Keep on fightin'

'Cause life be lifin' (Life be lifin')

Life be lifin' (Life be)

Life be lifin', yeah (Live on)

It hit like Tyson (Forever)

Life be lifin' (Life be lifin')

Life be lifin' (Life be lifin')

Keep on fightin', yeah

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