Kembe X - Welcome II Eighteen lyrics

The truth is playing
Uncover the human saiyan
From under the stupid sand
The fuck is it you've been saying?
We puffin on stupid grass
You puffin on stupid sand
The reggie you smoke is dust
Like fuck it dude, you a lame
Let your inhibitions go and
Just find something
I promise you the bitch I'm with
At worst is a 9 something
She came up with her titties out
And asked me to sign something
And I was like

YUP

Welcome to eighteen, where niggas is grimy
At seventeen it seemed it was
A cushion behind me
But now it's a brick wall
It's crazy as hell to me
That fucking bitches now-a days can end
Up as jail for me
I ask if it's mail for me
My moms give me sighs as answers
On the grind at the time
But the signs is there
She ain't impressed with what I
Do in my free time
I guess I better look into
A school in the meantime my mind is like

Whoa now get back to school, before you get
Throwed out what's next for you
You guys broke, I know these dreams important
I doubt them things gon pay the mortgage
Whoa now go find a job, before you get
Throwed out cause times is hard
Fuck beats, fuck flows
And your fucking skills
You're eighteen and that don't
Pay no fucking bills

And welcome to eighteen
Where even your guys fake
I see so much bullshit
It's making my eyes ache
And even my moms say the time comin
For my ass to find somethin
To get me out the crib or to find pay
My bitch a Beyonce my living is straight, Um
These cliques is beyond gay
Them niggas is lames
I mean them niggas the same
My circle small mayne, I'm lacking the drama
And when I face it I just light
Some fucking pack for my problems but then
Pops say "Hi!"t the kitchen now
Nigga what you bitchin bout?
Pulled a pack up out his pocket
"Nigga what these swishers bout?"
He looked me in my face
And snatched the blunt out of my mouth
And told me kick the shit today
Or get the fuck out of my house
You think my rules is a joke to you, huh
I told you get a job last
Time I spoke to you son
I'm not gon scream or even woop
If you don't listen to me
But don't be surprised when you come home
And see yo shit in the street nigga

I know that I should just
Move on with my life
Suggest don't go get it my way
Find my clothes in the driveway
It took getting so old to see
The world is so cold to me
If I do like this
I won't turn out to be shit no

You fuckin lames is trippin me out nigga
I'm fuckin bitches, bitch
Oh that's what you bitchin about nigga
V's up, high, one time
I done came a long way from lunch lines
I done made a strong case for
With a Billabong on like I'm Wiley
I'm bouncing through the club with my
Niggas and we get it in
And fuck the VIP you sitting in