[Part 1: GastonTwo09nine]

[Hook]
Mama in the kitchen
Gotta do the dishes
I'm tryna put her in the woods
I'm sick of how we livin'
Whip it real good
Whip it, whip it real good
Gotta whip it real good
Whip it, whip it real good

[Verse 1 - Well$]
Growin' up piss poor, do two things
Make a n***a wanna grind or his mood change
Make you jealous, thoughts to your cerebellum
Make you wanna rob a n***a new chain
Cuz Moms can't afoord all that shit
Most nights it was bread and some grits
Looking back I still cherish that shit
Cuz all of that shit made me cherish my fists
Westside, got love where a n***a stay
Jumpin' out of the ??? if any n***as got problems
Is probably where my problem lay
She just wonder if I wanna pass my grade
But them moves from last night had me up too late
Damn, not a lot of n***as chasin' degrees
But I know hella n***as that be movin' them keys
And the keys to car I was holdin'
Five in the tank and we rollin', goin', zonin'
Hopin' that we made the ??? with potent
Them is my homies
Wonder if they ride if they knew it was stolen
It was my cousin
He was in jail when I said that I loved him
I was in a cell, contemplatin' these sales
All of these albums to drop, all of these stories to tell
Like, "yeah it gotta happen some day"

[Hook]
Mama in the kitchen
Gotta do the dishes
I'm tryna put her in the woods
I'm sick of how we livin'
Whip it real good
Whip it, whip it real good (I got to)
Gotta whip it real good
Whip it, whip it real good

[Verse 2 - Well$]
Tenth grade, with a tent fade
Hot boys, chop cars for them new J's
Get popped in the box ???
One time for the city and the homies you with
Cuz home is where you duck when you see black tint
Them hollows ain't got names
And n***as can barely aim, so
When you walk around keep your brim low
And watch what you say
ITEO has been known to kill lames
Reppin' this shit 'til they find me a grave
This is no game
Look in a year how my life can just change
Shit is insane, but
I bet you know that it's real shit
Comin' from a n***a tryna make a living
Off of beats and how he kill shit, n***a

[Hook]
Mama in the kitchen
Gotta do the dishes
I'm tryna put her in the woods
I'm sick of how we livin'
Whip it real good
Whip it, whip it real good (I got to)
Gotta whip it real good
Whip it, whip it real good (I got to)
Mama in the kitchen
Gotta do the dishes
I'm tryna put her in the woods
I'm sick of how we livin'
Whip it real good
Whip it, whip it real good (I got to)
Gotta whip it real good
Whip it, whip it real good (I got to)

[Bridge - Johnny Polygon]
Where
Where do we go from here?
It's so unclear
Where do we go from here?
It's so unclear
Lost
Lost in a whirlwind
Everyone's no one
Until you're someone
Lost
Lost in a whirlwind
Everyone's no one
Until you're someone

[Verse 3 - Johnny Polygon]
It's like everywhere I go people know me
Pretending that we homies
Knowing that we ain't, great
If I gotta fake it to make it
Then I don't want to make it
It may be a mistake, okay
I was on A Tribe Called Quest, I guess
With my hands played close to my chest
If I got a queen or a king, I'll be doing my thing
Cuz life is a game called chess not checkers
???
Just applying more and more pressure
Anything to do just to test us, yeah
Microphone two, mic checker, bitch
Guess I'm on a roll
Life is better when you on the road
Tell the hoe at the show I don't love her
I'm like "fuck the world, no rubber!"

[Part 2: Dreams of An Insomniac]

[Verse 1]
It's that pressure, but I'm solid like them steel pipes
Still screamin' that real until these n***as crush my windpipe
Paintin' a perfect picture how I'm tired of being broke
I need that bread, I need that bread, I'm just tired of using this hope, n***a
I want it all, I already thought I told n***as
If it ain't about us, it's hard to converse with ya
Different discussions 'bout functions not in your budget
This shit got me sick but a part of a n***a love it
And hen Alec got his cover, we figured we started somethin'
We went from checkin' my email to n***as checkin' they luggage
And my carry-on
I just lost my cousin but I carry on
Cuz I told him I be a don, no Perignon
So, can you tell me how I feel?
Ain't none of my n***as ate but you brag about your meal, shit
I done made so many promises and burned so many bridges
That comin' up short ain't even in the picture my n***a
You will never know how I feel
It's only me and two others that got me my fuckin' deal
Immaculate Taste, they tell me "When you blow boy, don't forget me"
Well what if I don't, will you forgive me?
It's sickening, made me thought of my nigggas missin' in action
So I practice and keep it pimpin'
Lack is not my description
When all you do is dream but it seem
That every n***a be pinchin'
These blogs won't give me a hit
So I sing "Fuck what they pitchin', I'ma stay me
Tryna make livin', pray a n***a never play me"
Nothing's been the same if we're talkin' bout as of lately
Cuz all I see is dope is hope
Comin' from a hood where all my n***as is trained to go
Thuggin' in these streets, mamas prayin' that they make it home
Cuz none of them n***as trained to grow
They all got pictures and I'm the n***a to paint it though
Screamin' "Life a bitch", and I'm like "Ain't it though?"

[Interlude]
And I mean, I ain't even really wanna, you know
Put y'all in that position to hear that shit
But I mean like sometimes like
When a n***a need answers
And all he come up with is more questions
Like, shit get hectic
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do right?
Shit, I do

[Verse 2]
I promise my brothers I never fold
I cultivated my art and then I learned to paint my soul
Piece by piece, until I found me, in these sheets
Of paper I used to write up in my room every week
Now, I got dreams of bein' on stage, Pop
Why you still want me to stay, Pop?
I gotta go and get it on my own
Cuz when I do, they recite my songs
They recite my songs
And it's hard not to feel alone