Views Remix by Eugenius Lyrics
I was called judgemental because I'm straight edge
I was called a faggot just 'cause I respected her
Like chill out a minute, I don't even know your name
Where you from? What's your major? Hopes and dreams, et cetera
I don't know, maybe I know who I am
Tryna come for my neck you gotta go through my camp
TJ got the drive to not sleep and not crash
Our greatest conversations came before the podcast
Never got gassed, bought us both a drink when I got gas
Twelve hour sessions, twice a week 'cause I dropped class
"I ain't hear you come in, I was sleep. What yall doing?"
"We just working'" was the answer when my pops asked
So he the one throwing the lob pass
Stockton to a Malone, I can't do it alone
No rings, but it's cool, I ain't using my phone
I'm either in conversation or a booth or a zone
Man. y'all ain't bout it, I'm 'bout convinced of that
You only hit the studio to get your picture snapped
A lil' too much being bool and bickin' back
You bout to bite the bottom of a bucket, word to Mr. Krabs
Tit for tat with your raps, mix and match like a sisterhood
Greek letters on pink sweaters, I'm from a different hood
Business is business, supply, demand, services and goods
Three services a week, the heathens burning in the woods
Y'all burning bridges like you and God in the same boat
Suicide when they book you and I for the same show
Wrote the book on being buddy buddy with 'em, but I got a
Bullet wit their name on it, y'all should use the buddy system
Double up, team up, huddle up, scheme up
Uppercut, yeen wanna knuckle up, please trust
I know there's a Judas or a Brutus in my circle
Who would sell me for a piece or a pizza with the cheese crust
Dead broke, hungry, start a GoFundMe
Flow so cold it leave your nose runny
Dough so old that Jackson's on it
Man, I need them Harriet's, supremacists carrying no twenty's
I got family in Toronto that I'm tryna visit
I got family down in Charleston that I'm tryna visit
I got family in Bermuda I ain't seen in ages
And countless songs on my computer that I'm tryna finish
Quality time or quality mixes
I love em both about the same, but there's probably a difference
And that's probably a problem, priorities outta order
Minorities shot for sport, Robert Horry, Kyle Korver
Bible stories, dinosaurs, God of glory, science formulas
Righteous living, Marlon, Dory, riding tortoise
Flowers watered in my garden on my story, lion order
They ain't riding for ya if they writing for ya
They ain't riding for ya, they just kinda sorta
Her side piece is the best man, no Elijah Porter
Bartimaeus, you ain't seen nothing yet
Hot like your grandma when you ain't eat nothing yet
Gimme some respect!
I was called a faggot just 'cause I respected her
Like chill out a minute, I don't even know your name
Where you from? What's your major? Hopes and dreams, et cetera
I don't know, maybe I know who I am
Tryna come for my neck you gotta go through my camp
TJ got the drive to not sleep and not crash
Our greatest conversations came before the podcast
Never got gassed, bought us both a drink when I got gas
Twelve hour sessions, twice a week 'cause I dropped class
"I ain't hear you come in, I was sleep. What yall doing?"
"We just working'" was the answer when my pops asked
So he the one throwing the lob pass
Stockton to a Malone, I can't do it alone
No rings, but it's cool, I ain't using my phone
I'm either in conversation or a booth or a zone
Man. y'all ain't bout it, I'm 'bout convinced of that
You only hit the studio to get your picture snapped
A lil' too much being bool and bickin' back
You bout to bite the bottom of a bucket, word to Mr. Krabs
Tit for tat with your raps, mix and match like a sisterhood
Greek letters on pink sweaters, I'm from a different hood
Business is business, supply, demand, services and goods
Three services a week, the heathens burning in the woods
Y'all burning bridges like you and God in the same boat
Suicide when they book you and I for the same show
Wrote the book on being buddy buddy with 'em, but I got a
Bullet wit their name on it, y'all should use the buddy system
Double up, team up, huddle up, scheme up
Uppercut, yeen wanna knuckle up, please trust
I know there's a Judas or a Brutus in my circle
Who would sell me for a piece or a pizza with the cheese crust
Dead broke, hungry, start a GoFundMe
Flow so cold it leave your nose runny
Dough so old that Jackson's on it
Man, I need them Harriet's, supremacists carrying no twenty's
I got family in Toronto that I'm tryna visit
I got family down in Charleston that I'm tryna visit
I got family in Bermuda I ain't seen in ages
And countless songs on my computer that I'm tryna finish
Quality time or quality mixes
I love em both about the same, but there's probably a difference
And that's probably a problem, priorities outta order
Minorities shot for sport, Robert Horry, Kyle Korver
Bible stories, dinosaurs, God of glory, science formulas
Righteous living, Marlon, Dory, riding tortoise
Flowers watered in my garden on my story, lion order
They ain't riding for ya if they writing for ya
They ain't riding for ya, they just kinda sorta
Her side piece is the best man, no Elijah Porter
Bartimaeus, you ain't seen nothing yet
Hot like your grandma when you ain't eat nothing yet
Gimme some respect!