“CrasH” is the third and final pre-release single from CrasH Talk. The song samples Royce da 5'9"’s 1999 single, “Boom,” which was produced by DJ Premier. On that track, Premier sampled Marc Hannibal’s 1969 track, “Forever is a Long, Long Time."
Royce shared his appreciation for Boi-1da and ScHoolboy Q sampling his and Premier’s song. Royce previously collaborated with Q on his May 2018 track, “Cut Throat,” which was hidden on the clean version of Book of Ryan.
CrasH
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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(Uh, oh)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained)
I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game)
Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on drip time
Seen the field in their lies (their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion)
Gave my mother that million (that million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (no)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time out livin' reckless
Now I got time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh)
All that bullshit I taught her (uh)
Way too blessed to be normal (uh)
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
The song CrasH by ScHoolboy Q is about the struggles and successes of the rapper's life. The first verse talks about the pressures of making money, breaking rules, and fighting legal cases. Despite these obstacles, he wants to find his own way and provide for his daughter. He emphasizes that if he gets used to losing, his daughter will lose.
In the second verse, ScHoolboy Q reflects on his fame and fortune but also the loneliness that comes with it. He feels like a god on long flights, but he's left behind in real life. He also addresses the sacrifices he's made for his career, such as dodging the bus and staying true to himself while others lie. He's given his daughter and mother a comfortable life but acknowledges that his feelings and relationships with women could blind him.
The chorus repeats the idea that he won't let losses become the norm, and he'll keep going until he crashes. He recognizes that his thoughts can be erratic and he sometimes makes mistakes, but he'll keep pouring up alcohol to cope. Near the end, he shifts the focus to inspiring and educating young black girls, encouraging them to embrace their identity and strive for their goals.
Overall, the song shows the complexities of being a successful rapper, facing challenges with money and law, and balancing relationships and personal growth.
Line by Line Meaning
Too many M's to make (to make)
There are too many millions of dollars to make in the world
Too many rules to break (to break)
There are too many rules to break in order to make it in this world
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
Too many people are fighting legal cases
I gotta find my way (my way)
I need to find my own path to success
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
My daughter needs new things and I have to provide for her
If I lose, she lose (lose)
If I fail, my daughter will fail as well
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I refuse to get used to losing and failing
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained)
Sometimes I feel restricted and wish I could be free
I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game)
I have excelled in both the music and drug industries
Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights
Even with my success, I still have moments of feeling powerful
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
I feel like I am being left behind even though I have achieved so much
Can't write the script when this real life
I cannot control how my life plays out
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
Even though I am wealthy, I still remember my struggles and want to avoid them
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on drip time
I come from a place where things are tough and we have to work hard to get what we want
Seen the field in their lies (their lies)
I have experienced people lying to me in the past
Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers)
I cannot take other rappers seriously
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
I worked hard and eventually achieved my success
Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion)
I was able to provide for my daughter in a big way
Gave my mother that million (that million)
I was able to give my mother a large sum of money
Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings)
I have let my emotions control me and make some risky decisions
Can't go blind 'bout these women (no)
I cannot let women distract me from my goals
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
I will keep going until I falter
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
I do not care about my opponents, I will keep going until I fail
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
My thoughts can be dark and I can lose control sometimes
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
I am drinking heavily to cope with my stress and emotions
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
To find peace of mind, I have to play golf
Family friends want a piece of mine
People close to me want to take advantage of my success
I can tell they all piecin' up
I can see that people are trying to use me for their own gain
And I can show 'em where peace resides
I can show them where they can find peace in their own lives
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
I had a strong sense of ambition and knew I would be successful
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
I did not believe that college was necessary in order to succeed
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
I tried to make an honest living, but eventually turned to selling drugs
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
The police tried to arrest me, but they were unsuccessful
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
I will not stop until I succeed, and always want to be fresh and ahead of the game
Too much time out livin' reckless
I spent too much time making bad decisions
Now I got time up on my left wrist
I have the resources and the means to be successful
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
I do not find new rappers impressive
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
Your wealth is not impressive to me
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
You are spending money on the wrong things instead of investing in property
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (desperate)
You are desperate for attention and status
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
I provide guidance and advice for young people
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh)
I want to set a good example for my daughter and her generation
All that bullshit I taught her (uh)
I do not want to pass on bad habits and poor decision-making skills to my daughter
Way too blessed to be normal (uh)
I have been given a lot of opportunities and am grateful for them
Upper echelon, but we stand that
We are at the top of our game and we are proud of it
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
Black women should be proud of their skin color
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
Black women should embrace their natural hair texture
'Cause the school system won't teach that
The education system does not teach black pride and self-acceptance
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Billy Edd Bill Wheeler, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Quincy Matthew Hanley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Marcin Adamczyk
Lyrics for me:
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained)
I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game)
Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on drip time
Seen the field in their lies (their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion)
Gave my mother that million (that million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (no)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time out livin' reckless
Now I got time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh)
All that bullshit I taught her (uh)
Way too blessed to be normal (uh)
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my.
GuRJaV
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
[Verse 1]
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (Chained)
I mastered the rap game (Game), I mastered the dope game (Game)
Still I feel like that I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on trip time
Seen the field in their lies (Their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (No rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (That mansion)
Gave my mother that million (Million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (My feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (No)
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' off 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my...
[Verse 2]
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time of livin' reckless
Now add that time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (Desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter, uh
All that bullshit I taught her, huh
Way too blessed to be normal, uh
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' off 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my...
Wilma Raroque
Lyrics:
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained)
I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game)
Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on drip time
Seen the field in their lies (their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion)
Gave my mother that million (that million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (no)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time out livin' reckless
Now I got time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh)
All that bullshit I taught her (uh)
Way too blessed to be normal (uh)
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
Keep up the good work Q. ❤💯
ValleyKid
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, go
Uh, go
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
[Verse 1]
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (Chained)
I mastered the rap game (Game), I mastered the dope game (Game)
Still I feel like that I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on trip time
Seen the field in their lies (Their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (No rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (That mansion)
Gave my mother that million (Million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (My feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (No)
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' off 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my...
[Verse 2]
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time of livin' reckless
Now add that time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (Desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter, uh
All that bullshit I taught her, huh
Way too blessed to be normal, uh
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' off 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my...
Nelly Pryor
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
[Verse 1]
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (Chained)
I mastered the rap game (Game), I mastered the dope game (Game)
Still I feel like that I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on trip time
Seen the field in their lies (Their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (No rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (That mansion)
Gave my mother that million (Million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (My feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (No)
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' off 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my...
[Verse 2]
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time of livin' reckless
Now add that time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (Desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter, uh
All that bullshit I taught her, huh
Way too blessed to be normal, uh
Upper echelon, where we stand at
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' off 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my.
sebastian armstrong
[Intro]
Uh, go
Uh, go
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
[Verse 1]
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (Chained)
I mastered the rap game (Game), I mastered the dope game (Game)
Still I feel like that I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on trip time
Seen the field in their lies (Their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (No rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (That mansion)
Gave my mother that million (Million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (My feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (No)
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' off 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my...
[Verse 2]
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time of livin' reckless
Now add that time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (Desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter, uh
All that bullshit I taught her, huh
Way too blessed to be normal, uh
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
[Chorus]
Too many M's to make (To make)
Too many rules to break (To break)
Too many fightin' that case (That case)
I gotta find my way (My way)
Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
If I lose, she lose (Lose)
And I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' off 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
It knock me on my...
Samuel Arreola
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh)
All that bullshit I taught her (uh)
Way too blessed to be normal (uh)
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Will
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Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained)
I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game)
Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on drip time
Seen the field in their lies (their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion)
Gave my mother that million (that million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (no)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time out livin' reckless
Now I got time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh)
All that bullshit I taught her (uh)
Way too blessed to be normal (uh)
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
bully
This is the ScHoolboy Q I wanna hear 🔥
Andreas Larsen
this is Gang Starr with Q rapping on a slowed instrumental
Eddy Kasili
not the one for chopstix
Nick Tedim
Agree 🙏
harold perriott
Exactly
David Preve
The real Q
learn2xpand!
This might be Q's best song tbh, amazing hook, and everything he saying is a reflection of all his struggles he's been dealing with since the release of Blank Face!
Chill Bill
Legit one of the best, fr.
Andrew Rivard
He's reflecting on his entire career from setbacks until now basically since he dipped his toes into the rap business properly
Uriah Z
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