clipping. - bout.that Lyrics
feat. Baseck & Daveed Digs[Intro][Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]This is for the quarter wad of penny candy poor ventilationBroken freezer, broke and freezing with a heater and a ringCame from the slime at the bottom of the land before timeFrom the chalk dust falling out the pocketThe time James died on good timesThe time lapse to the sunrise on the arcticShit from the vomit of the bowel with no solidHuman feces by the soil, sleeping bag on the streetBy the row where they fight over french friesAnd dope, where they choke for peso***** this from that C-sectionFrom the bloody afterbirth of the greedBlood streaks on the back of a hearseAll green everything, gettin' that guapAll clean everything, swag on lockEverybody holler at the first thing, ***** itReal G shit means don't say nothin'[Hook: Daveed Diggs & Baseck]'Bout that, game, 'bout that, life'Bout that, yey, 'bout that, pipe'Bout that, money, 'bout that, shitAin't that just bout a *****?Bout that, trap, bout that, gunBout that, *****, better not runBout that, gold, bout that, iceBout that, hood, bout that, life[Verse 2: Daveed Diggs]For the teeth loose, for the hole gnawed by the rootFor the skeet shoot, taking on a chimp for the freaksFor the stiff upper lip, uppers loving the liftThe other utterances, yeah I'm *****ing your *****The hard facade over the hard heartThe chrome rim, look at him, whipping a work of artThe ***** is Basquiat? Park name, Rosa ParksThe dogs let out to walk and the gods all talk gibberishYup, littlest pup figure he bigger enoughTo scrap for the meat with a Rott'Eat in the streets 'till it rotFecal for free and the steeple don't mean nothingSo everybody's Sunday best when you see him comingAll gray everything, reppin' them colorsPastor always talking about sisters and brothersSlanging on the church steps, fake suckers bluffingReal G shit means don't say nothing[Hook][Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]For the city that's going wildAnd drowning without PoseidonAnd flying their flags for tyrantsAnd vibing out on the violenceWith Vitamin Water sighingAnd crying bout the profilingProfanity on the mindBout the vanity with all the blinds drawnLooking out for the shootersBut ***** it, we are pollutersRiots is for the lootersThe pious don't know the truthOr the bias they pointing toAnd the fire that they pursuingIs higher than those with eyesThat is redder than jeans are blueAll purple everything, who got grapesHigher than a mother*****er about to go apeIf you got a pistol, just keep on tuckingReal G shit means don't say nothing[Hook]
