Injury Reserve, Zelooperz - SS San Francisco lyrics

Wha-wha-wha what if I?
If I don't want to stay in here?
If I don't wanna pray in here?
What if I ain't doing it?
Wha-wha, but what if though?
If I ain't really fit like that?
If I won't wear some shit like that?
No no no no no but what I know
(We ain't supposed to be there
We ain't supposed to live in it)
I can't take it anymore
(It ain't supposed to be this way
It ain't supposed to be this way)
Not anymore no no no no no
We won't last
(We ain't supposed to be there
We ain't supposed to live in it)
Don't be sad
(It ain't supposed to be this way
It ain't supposed to be this way)
Don't be mad
You made the bed for yourself, so sad
Can't protect yourself don't be mad
You'll go mad
(We ain't supposed to be there
We ain't supposed to live in it)
You'll go mad don't be mad

Stone, hard to move 'em, wrong
Hard to prove 'em on the crater on the moon
Watchin' home movies
Will they change the time up?
Will they 4: 42 it?
I can't eat no ground stuff
I like to toaster strudel' it
They ain't got no gravity
I'm floatin in some coochie
Reason for insanity
I ain't got one to use it
Know my body mad at me
Because it's goin' through it
Scared to have some kids because the
World be goin' through it

I ain't goin' through that, you can't
Just force me through it, shit
Nah, I ain't gon' do it, nah
I ain't gon' do it
Got kin buried in the dirt
And we just gon' uproot and deuces?
They say it come in all shape and sizes
They can make it just for you kid
They tried to show me the floor plans
Say it matter how big your bed is
Say, "You choose a twin and you can put
A little studio where that shit is"
Twenty bands in incentives
And that just go depending on
How much your rent is, shit
I don't think they get it
Hold up, I ain't finished
Auntie say she can go for four
Years and come back just breaded
Said they're payin' folks to keep
It clean and everyone fed, shit
Oh, you gon' wait on
Some Bruce Wayne-ass nigga
On some Alfred shit?
Nah, more like Geoffrey Butler
Haven't you see Fresh Prince kid?
I don't think she get it
She just too hardheaded, shit
There ain't no difference 'cept, you
Just workin' for niggas, but
Plus you gon' get vetted and
Prolly check your credit, so
Prolly just forget get it but
Plus your ass is trippin'

But what I know is I can't take it anymore
Not anymore no no no no no