BLKSUNCHILD - Distorted lyrics

Smoke a Black & Mild right
Down to the plastic wind chill drastic
Chicken Noodles be in baggies
Ever heard a dime scream? That's ten
Bones for the loud pack
Sorry dealer I ain't got a dub
Sorry Mama I'm living a bum life
Temporarily CEASING the lavish life
Sorry Versace I'll rock a scrub
Sorry Jordan I love my boots
Dirt dealt on the soul of our youth
Many lie through the whole of ya tooth
Many cry when you tell 'em they truth
Like many bitches gonna' be what they are
Many niggas gonna' be what they are
Art translates through my pain
Gain Hiis off Lows in the Matrix we gon float
Wit an iPhone chained to my wrist
The new way to tell time
Ten years from now who gon need a watch
Who'll watch after this crime?

I'm distorted my art speaks in vibes
Tryna do more than survive
Hate workin these jobs mama need her grip
Pops wanna whip whip that Caddy
(shit) you can't be mad at me (cuz im blk)

The whole time I been slept on
Yall been takin a nap
I know them whack rappers give
You nightmares in fact
Meanwhile we was big dreaming im
Done chasin that cat
Unless it got a money tree etched
In the pink walls move back
Tip the lady give us elixer
You and I see vibrant pictures
Druggies of our generation generate self
Hate for days in wind chills going
Snares keep the sample going
Take one but don't be so greedy
Fuck that cuz we ain't eatin