Seen Some Thangs
(专辑: The Transient Classics - 2013)
[Caskey:] Check check 'Bout to go Rittz Caskey Fresh from out of a
zone where they don't like to speak my name It's like Voldemort, they all endorse the
brain but they are so afraid of change And I
am the
poster child for strange, shackled up with a
fuck load chains What the
fuck these rappers know 'bout pain? I
done seen some thangs I
done seen some thangs I
done seen some thangs I
done seen some Motherfuck social structure, I'm a
postal-going buzzer I'ma go sucker punch any Usher looking motherfucker That's tryna confess me something, won't you bet me something? Thinking "dog I
bet we hustling harder than the
hardest junction" The
two dope boys and a
dope fiend rushing What's the
motto of a
scratch-off ticket and a 3
buck lotto? Nobody gon' see us wallow in the
field of indo My kinfolk swallow everything from Klonopin to Xanax bars To Roxy 30's And all of these cops be dirty So I
don't trust them when they got me I
heard he was speaking on my name Well let me tell you the
truth I
ain't nothing like how no saint be, I'm just doing right by these youth And I
ain't nothing like no Jay-Z, I'm just doing right by these booths And I
ain't ever been one to pray to God, I
just pray to God I
let loose So sick of feeling disconnected Every day I
wake up pissed, feeling misdirected You ever been lost like you didn't know the
reason you was still here? And you getting flashbacks of the
wheel chair Sedated in the
hospital, barely made it past one of life's obstacles Put a
whole lot of strain on my opticals I
need to stop, I'm in a
toxic hold And shit I'm feeling like my pops disowned me At least that's what it feel like when you stop by your homie crib And you the
only kid whose pops ain't there to talk baseball, fuck this man, I
hate y'all I
was spending way too much time in my room with the 8
ball, bumping that 8Ball Tryna find a
way to come up, making late calls, I
was just worried 'bout a
dollar, fuck a
state law Wait up, my homie had a
plug with the
Xanax, "ohh tell me about it" One of his stings popped 20 at a
time and he panicked "I hope he ain't tell nobody about it" and he didn't But something feel wrong 'bout the
song when I
only tell One side of the
story My sister made a
call from a
rehab phone, when she asked What I
was doing I
said "chilling", I
was sipping on a
40 Selling pills out the
side of my Maxima Damn, I
deserve to have my kneecaps blown I
never really seen cash though And I
resented all the
times she had relapsed so I
was Out here And my pops shot himself in the
crib that I
sleep in And my momma wonder why the
fuck I
had to move out And I
barely come by on the
weekends, I
was just tryna maintain All eyes on the
truth I
ain't nothing like how no saint be, I'm just doing right by these youth And I
ain't nothing like no AZ, I'm just doing right by these booths And I
ain't ever been one to pray to God, I
just pray to God I
let loose On a
16, drop this dope Fresh from out of a
zone where they don't like to speak my name It's like Voldemort, they all endorse the
brain but they are so afraid of change And I
am the
poster child for strange, shackled up with a
fuck load chains What the
fuck these rappers know 'bout pain? I
done seen some thangs I
done seen some thangs I
done seen some thangs I
done seen some [Rittz:] Papa left us, Mama worked We would steal dollar bills right up out the
purse Another child in search of some kind of structure Fuck school, smoking weed behind the
dumpster Taking guns to school, they tried to ban on me They thought my family problems had damaged me Look at the
mantle, we looked so happy then We were just acting for the
camera, cheese There's no sanity Young teenagers growing up in the
'burbs of Atlanta We were so pissed off, talking shit with weapons on us Fist fights turn into an amputee With no broken noses Suicidal teenagers, overdoses Hit so close to home but we ain't even try to show we notice Trying to act grown up, wearing shoulder holsters Dude from out of town trying to okie doke us You get punked at Kroger for bumping shoulders Get punched, lose your motherfucking fronts to mollers Wake up and notice all your drugs are stolen While the
mall's full of middle-class cunts with strollers We was outside chilling in the
parking deck Selling coke to a
dude up in the
Mustang Cobra He done did too much and had a
heart attack That ain't my fault is it? Maybe I
lost vision in my eyeball I'm lost, bye mom, wishing Hoping my pop visit, but he didn't Now I'm getting into trouble, I'm a
time bomb ticking Homie, I'm not living but I'm breathing though You say you disagree but to each his own I
wanna see you put my sneakers on There ain't no privacy no more, it's like I'm talking on a
speakerphone It's like a
dead body decomposed, your nose can't ignore it And he can't stand, can't damn, can't afford it And he God damn friends ain't there no more But you're still gone and you don't plan to land in orbit Xanax and Loritabs numb the
pain This is real life, motherfuck Hunger Games Homie I
done did and seen a
ton of things This is Rittz and Caskey, Cash Money/Strange and get killed [Caskey:] I
done seen some things I
done seen some things I
done seen some things I
done seen some