Rossy - Make Kids

★ intro ★
(treyo with the drum rack) ★ ah ★

★ chorus ★
This'll probably be the best thing i make until i make kids
Everybody close to me
They always on some fake shit
I hate it—it's making me anxious
Like a gas station clerk alone working the late shift
This'll probably be the best thing i make until i make kids
Everybody close to me
They always on some fake shit
I hate it—it's making me anxious
Like seeing red and blue in the midst of a j hit

★ verse 1 ★
I just stepped out the rave, saw earl
"one day i'll bе doing that," i told this girl
She just laughed, and went back with hеr friends
Packing in fat in the back of a benz
Post game plan at my place
I got some wax and hemp
And now it's all for myself
Time to get faded again
And write raps, so that lady won't mistake me again
Till the end i just spit
No need to pretend
Adapt in my head, but don't change like a cent
Jesus know i repent for some things i done said
And some things i did
If i'm being honest
I done did some heinous shit
Praying might not make a difference
Even if i stare at scriptures
Touch the bible with my fingers
Push away: the strippers, the liquor, fillers, and the killers
Picking god before the millions
What you think, honest opinion?
On my mom i might go missing
Like i'm '45 hitler

★ pre-chorus ★
Not a fan of alcohol
My liver a fan of me
Spot a man who won't risk it all for his family
I'm included in that
But a real man got a plan a
A plan b, and he's gotta plan to z

★ chorus ★
This'll probably be the best thing i make until i make kids
Everybody close to me
They always on some fake shit
I hate it—it's making me anxious
Like a gas station clerk alone working the late shift
This'll probably be the best thing i make until i make kids
Everybody close to me
They always on some fake shit
I hate it—it's making me anxious
Like seeing red and blue in the midst of a j hit

★ verse 2 ★
The more art one makes
The more struggle there is beneath the surface
See me hurting?
I'm bleeding from the serpents
Not even glasses can help me see my purpose
Was this even worth it?
I been feeling a ten
But to my dad
He was certainly worried what i was searching for
To grow as a person
Sometimes i feel weak
I haven't seen him in weeks
Miss the days ricky weeks was in the mlb
Go to miller park
Maybe get on tv
But i'm grown now
And i see you lacking empathy
Got less friends than enemies
I wish it went differently
Taking all things into consideration
Helicopter parent, hypocritical, conservative, low-level liberation
Forced to do school
Of course, no dedication
When the passion pollutes my brain, i forge separation
To the man of the hour:
Take these words and go practice meditation

★ pre-chorus ★
Not a fan of alcohol
My liver a fan of me
Spot a man who won't risk it all for his family
I'm included in that
But a real man got a plan a
A plan b, and he's gotta plan to z

★ chorus ★
This'll probably be the best thing i make until i make kids
Everybody close to me
They always on some fake shit
I hate it—it's making me anxious
Like a gas station clerk alone working the late shift
This'll probably be the best thing i make until i make kids
Everybody close to me
They always on some fake shit
I hate it—it's making me anxious
Like seeing red and blue in the midst of a j hit

★ verse 3 ★
I'm sitting in my living room currently
Vividly picturing a memory of worrying bout currency
Past tense? a worried me
Lack of adversity
To absence at 'versity
Vanished, back quick
Not even fam is sure it's me
Fastest rap stitch surgery
Advanced every tactic they once used to murder me
Spastic actions were once commanded by perversity
Worn torn germany export from ports commercially
Certainly eternity will do me no discourtesy
If god is real, i'm sure that he'd support my rap insurgency
Some tweaking bout comedians
Let me steep some herbal tea
I'm cool with dave, but convos often close controversially
Pop a condom on, and drop my clothes to floor with urgency
The moment that i heard this beat, i authored bars so fervently
Got a lot of stamina for rapping laps, assuredly

★ pre-chorus ★
Not a fan of alcohol
My liver a fan of me
Spot a man who won't risk it all for his family
I'm included in that
But a real man got a plan a
A plan b, and he's gotta plan to z

★ chorus ★
This'll probably be the best thing i make until i make kids
Everybody close to me
They always on some fake shit
I hate it—it's making me anxious
Like a gas station clerk alone working the late shift
This'll probably be the best thing i make until i make kids
Everybody close to me
They always on some fake shit
I hate it—it's making me anxious
Like seeing red and blue in the midst of a j hit