Schoolboy Q, Punch - Menace to Society lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q, Punch - Menace to Society lyrics]
Dreaming to be a menace
Me and my two brothers with three mothers
But no fathers and no bitches so fuck it
Shoemaking '96, make the best of it
Licking on the thumbs, wipe my shoe
Because I just scuffed it
Just another day, another gat buzzin'
Lying up in first grade, like we all fucking
You want to fight? We all fight! See
We all rushing streetlights is home
When I'm home mom is fuzzin
Waking up for the proper time to sneak
Jump out at the window
Now we back up in the streets
Who got the weed? Who got the liqour?
Who got the flow? Who about to rip ya?
Spit my lyrical shit
Now we back up on the bitch
Said we're dreaming that we're stars
While we point at different cars
Wishing that we rich
But sooner or later reality hit's
Sooner or later our memory switch
Different gats and different clips
Steady relaxing on the strips
Thinking life is just a bitch
Post traumatic, cocaine repulsive habit's
Ravish the black masses on the Reagan era
The reign of terror the masses
The birth of a nation free basing
Babies craving a vaccination in this world
And it's desires slowly passing
Through the fire when I wish to do right
What is wrong got expired
Know i'm preachin' to the choir
Lost in this quagmire
Sitting on fools gold, 24" inch, I ball wise
And honestly, the truth will set you free
And yall all liars
I'm giving them food for thought
Since they say they ain't eating
Complaining about hunger pains
In reality they teething
They ain't ready for the other side
They're overworking
Transmission, slow down to check the mileage
The road to riches stay crowded, fake smiling
Violence in the mist of it all
Remain consciousness
Yo, sitting up, locked in my room
Writing my thoughts trying to get it across
But half of my niggas is lost
It's like, niggas rather claim a set
Than earn a check so fuck it
Hit the burner aim it high up
At your neck and bust it
Whoa it's that easy, that's how you rock it
Damn, that's how you chop it
Come on, let's get it popping
Over these guitars
See me spitting my scarves
See, it really gets hard with a felony charge
They send a nigga to jail
It was like living in hell
With that "F" on your record, yo
You're destined to fail
Niggas try to get a job, they figure you rob
So it's back to the street life
Living it odd your funds go up
That's when a nigga head blow up
Until you floss around a wrong nigga
Hair growned up
It's kinda strange, when I started
I was already finished
Adapted to my enviroment, born to be a menace
Me and my two brothers with three mothers
But no fathers and no bitches so fuck it
Shoemaking '96, make the best of it
Licking on the thumbs, wipe my shoe
Because I just scuffed it
Just another day, another gat buzzin'
Lying up in first grade, like we all fucking
You want to fight? We all fight! See
We all rushing streetlights is home
When I'm home mom is fuzzin
Waking up for the proper time to sneak
Jump out at the window
Now we back up in the streets
Who got the weed? Who got the liqour?
Who got the flow? Who about to rip ya?
Spit my lyrical shit
Now we back up on the bitch
Said we're dreaming that we're stars
While we point at different cars
Wishing that we rich
But sooner or later reality hit's
Sooner or later our memory switch
Different gats and different clips
Steady relaxing on the strips
Thinking life is just a bitch
Post traumatic, cocaine repulsive habit's
Ravish the black masses on the Reagan era
The reign of terror the masses
The birth of a nation free basing
Babies craving a vaccination in this world
And it's desires slowly passing
Through the fire when I wish to do right
What is wrong got expired
Know i'm preachin' to the choir
Lost in this quagmire
Sitting on fools gold, 24" inch, I ball wise
And honestly, the truth will set you free
And yall all liars
I'm giving them food for thought
Since they say they ain't eating
Complaining about hunger pains
In reality they teething
They ain't ready for the other side
They're overworking
Transmission, slow down to check the mileage
The road to riches stay crowded, fake smiling
Violence in the mist of it all
Remain consciousness
Yo, sitting up, locked in my room
Writing my thoughts trying to get it across
But half of my niggas is lost
It's like, niggas rather claim a set
Than earn a check so fuck it
Hit the burner aim it high up
At your neck and bust it
Whoa it's that easy, that's how you rock it
Damn, that's how you chop it
Come on, let's get it popping
Over these guitars
See me spitting my scarves
See, it really gets hard with a felony charge
They send a nigga to jail
It was like living in hell
With that "F" on your record, yo
You're destined to fail
Niggas try to get a job, they figure you rob
So it's back to the street life
Living it odd your funds go up
That's when a nigga head blow up
Until you floss around a wrong nigga
Hair growned up
It's kinda strange, when I started
I was already finished
Adapted to my enviroment, born to be a menace