[Intro]
Scratch that
They can't feel my pain
I'm tripping off that acid rain
They can't feel it if they don't wanna feel it

[Verse 1]
If I cry and you cry
We in love
I tatted "XO" on my chest
No kiss and hugs
And I'm loopy off the drugs cuz I gets no love
Every n***a can relate
Shoutout to my depressed thugs
They don't understand
My competition? Full of fans
79 protons alone in my right hand
King Midas touch, bitch
And I'm in a rush, bitch
Bucket list long as fuck
Always tryna do too much shit
Much shit to be, too much shit to say
Still finding time to blast DJ Screw and Sensei
That S.U.C.,
H-Town
And my ATL family
My boys in public housing mad at me
We was dreaming in couches now y'all have that envy
Why the same n***as I started with
Tryna end me?
This N/V
Natives and Vagabonds
We living discreet
Just know I let the bass go when I speak
Fresher than a cup of some just-squeezed peach
Fresh enough to come clean
Outta shit's creek
I was broke last Sunday but I'm here
This week
Wishing my visions won't disappear
This week
Ain't got no fear
This week
I'm ashing my blunts right on the street
So get smoked from this lead
Or what's left on the concrete
[Hook](x2)
The Sandlot Kids, man
They finna get it on
Stack bread from stealing snacks
And mowing n***as lawns
Struggle, so n***as always ran
Like a marathon
Different beat
But same song

[Bridge]
Different beat, but the same old song
Different beat, but the same old song...
Different beat, but the same old song
Different beat, but the same old song...

[Verse 2]
Ayo cut the act jack, now listen
I'm driven by the gift of some
Gab, live life unlimited
My only limit's not knowing exactly what a limit is
I heard when Diddy
Murdered Biggie he knew exactly what he diddy did
The wickedest, picture this
A group of gritty kids
Sam, Lee, Mae, Earl, and little Willy Wiz
A bunch of ne'er do wells tryna finesse the biz
Until the corps tell them how the real world is
Broken dreams, they shattered
Tell them
“Why does it matter to recognize your destiny
Just to deny it after?”
And Willy says “I'll be dead
When Jesus leaves from the Rapture
And the Antichrist finds another n***a to capture!”
Mae slaps his head
Tells Willy keep it down
Shush, don't speak
Music is our only sound
[Outro]
The Sandlot Kids man...they finna get it on
Stack bread from stealing snacks
And mowing n***as lawns
They struggle, so n***as always ran
Like a marathon
But now we reppin' purple
Natives and Vagabonds