Uploaded May 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
A few bars for your weekend.
Produced by Stix
Shot by Cameron Sands
Lyrics:
The boy is super shy,
Avoid the suit and ties and choose to lie low
He won’t choose to fight or bruise a rival
The focus move the high notes,
Nowadays in rooms where I go
They just wanna Piece you up a slice and so the mood survival
But what do I know
I can’t find no damn support
It’s even brown brothers hating for the sport
Why though?
I guess they bitter for a place, I held the title
I can see the whiteness in they face like vitiligo
Check my vitals, like im due to die though
I know some days I look myself in the mirror and I feel suicidal
They told me read a bible
I’m trying to asphyxiate my nicotine addiction
not give to god or spin the dreidel
Ideas I use to buy those, Nowadays I’ve killed my idols
I despise those, burn em like the things I used to like to pyro
At least the hope was high then, smiling with my eyes closed
nowadays I’m lucky if I sleep, that’s how the times go
I guess that’s how time goes
Oooh
Shout out to the Dinos
Old heads loving the sound
I guess that’s how time flows
Only thing that I know
What’s goes around
Artists approach me with the hazardous co-sign
Afraid to say it loudly, thank you for the compliments, so kind
that’s how you know they jackin ya whole style
wont acknowledge ya, like them DV cases they be catching and go quiet
you can’t be publicly fucking w dudes like me that’s bad social credit
i get it it’s bout the whole aesthetic
let’s stop the conversation now we might both regret it
almost feel sorry these types it’s so pathetic
your whole life is attaching value to things that you grazed over
and barely connected with just for percentage
everything transactional and payola
you won’t even use the water cup in the soda section
im no benevolent bovine, meaning that I ain’t copacetic
everything I do my shit soul embedded
I know some folks who’ll pick you up when you’re down
Hug you and flip the iPad over like, hmm cash or debit?
A few bars for your weekend.
Produced by Stix
Shot by Cameron Sands
Lyrics:
The boy is super shy,
Avoid the suit and ties and choose to lie low
He won’t choose to fight or bruise a rival
The focus move the high notes,
Nowadays in rooms where I go
They just wanna Piece you up a slice and so the mood survival
But what do I know
I can’t find no damn support
It’s even brown brothers hating for the sport
Why though?
I guess they bitter for a place, I held the title
I can see the whiteness in they face like vitiligo
Check my vitals, like im due to die though
I know some days I look myself in the mirror and I feel suicidal
They told me read a bible
I’m trying to asphyxiate my nicotine addiction
not give to god or spin the dreidel
Ideas I use to buy those, Nowadays I’ve killed my idols
I despise those, burn em like the things I used to like to pyro
At least the hope was high then, smiling with my eyes closed
nowadays I’m lucky if I sleep, that’s how the times go
I guess that’s how time goes
Oooh
Shout out to the Dinos
Old heads loving the sound
I guess that’s how time flows
Only thing that I know
What’s goes around
Artists approach me with the hazardous co-sign
Afraid to say it loudly, thank you for the compliments, so kind
that’s how you know they jackin ya whole style
wont acknowledge ya, like them DV cases they be catching and go quiet
you can’t be publicly fucking w dudes like me that’s bad social credit
i get it it’s bout the whole aesthetic
let’s stop the conversation now we might both regret it
almost feel sorry these types it’s so pathetic
your whole life is attaching value to things that you grazed over
and barely connected with just for percentage
everything transactional and payola
you won’t even use the water cup in the soda section
im no benevolent bovine, meaning that I ain’t copacetic
everything I do my shit soul embedded
I know some folks who’ll pick you up when you’re down
Hug you and flip the iPad over like, hmm cash or debit?
