Menace to Society

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]

Dreaming to be a menace, me and my two brothers

With three mothers, but no fathers and no bitches so fuck it

Shoemaking '96, make the best of it

Licking on the thumbs, wipe my shoe, because I just scuffed it

Just another day, another gat buzzin'

Lying up in first grade, like we all fucking

You want to fight? We all fight! See, we all rushing

Streetlights is home, when I'm home mom is [?]fuzzin

Waking up for the proper time to sneak, jump out at the window

Now we back up in the streets

Who got the weed?

Who got the liqour?

Who got the flow?

Who about to rip ya?

Spit my lyrical shit, now we back up on the bitch

Said we're dreaming that we're stars, while we point at different cars

Wishing that we rich, but sooner or later reality hits

Sooner or later our memory switch

Different gats and different clips

Steady relaxing on the strips

Thinking life is just a bitch

[Verse 2: Punch]

Post traumatic, cocaine repulsive habits

Ravish the black masses on the Reagan era

The reign of terror the masses, the birth of a nation

Free basing, babies craving a vaccination in this world

And it's desires slowly passing through the fire

When I wish to do right, what is wrong got expired

Know i'm preachin' to the choir lost in this quagmire

Sitting on fools gold, 24" inch, I ball wise

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And honestly, the truth will set you free

And yall all liars

I'm giving them food for thought, since they say they ain't eating

Complaining about hunger pains, in reality they teething

They ain't ready for the other side, they're overworking

Transmission, slow down to check the mileage

The road to riches stay crowded, fake smiling

Violence in the mist of it all, remain consciousness

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]

Yo, sitting up, locked in my room, writing my thoughts

Trying to get it across, but half of my niggas is lost

It's like, niggas rather claim a set, than earn a check so fuck it

Hit the burner aim it high up at your neck and bust it

Whoa it's that easy, that's how you rock it

Damn, that's how you chop it

Come on, let's get it popping

Over these guitars, see me spitting my scarves

See, it really gets hard with a felony charge

They send a nigga to jail, it was like living in hell

With that "F" on your record, yo, you're destined to fail

Niggas try to get a job, they figure you rob

So it's back to the street life, living it odd

Your funds go up, that's when a nigga head blow up

Until you floss around a wrong nigga, hair growned up

It's kinda strange, when I started, I was already finished

Adapted to my enviroment, born to be a menace