Kale Ocean - Hillside Poetry Lyrics

I know, I know it's been hard
Being alone, I know it's been hard
Wow, Red
Hop off the shuttle straight on the moon
Smoking on tags, straight to the tune
Kerosene my flesh, bitch I'm hot
Kale make it rain, that's a knot
Eleven Xennies, now I feel stupid crazy
Bra, take it off
36D, let me squeeze it
Nigga wanna play hard, bitch I'm a taker
Outline chalk, body's on the floor
Glock 33, shoot like Scottie Pippen
I got a vice, momma, I'm sorry
Sometimes I just wanna stay super high, fly
Ace on my sleeve, thought they had me beat
Left mama and the city that I love
Now everybody here tryna make sure that I don't make it out alive
Yet I came from far, my nigga
People were dying every day and I'm still standing tall
Even when they try to make sure I don't leave, they couldn't build a wall
So when you see my soldiers in the sky, tell them I'm sorry for letting you down
Was busy counting problems, forgot about the better days
My nigga Prince got shot in the chest they call it aesthetic
Down the streets, we carry guns on melody
In the kasi we call it tragedy
Guns sting like a beehive, then the judge cut life, feeding gangs with cocaine
Claim street niggas kill for fun, and that shit collateral
In the Helderberg projects, sipping Derok
I used to sell that shit, blue cheese, the mission, we taking Madiba stacks
Ke thomile, ka strata at nine years, I was doing life hacks
Ga ke bolele papadi was getting loose change
Trash boat in the sink, we let it stink, it's a pinky ring
They wanna stop me, nobody can stop me, I'm a hell racer
I'm sitting on ash, pyro, pyramids on water, Cairo
Yeah
Hop off a shuttle, straight on the moon
Smoking on tags, straight to the tune
Kerosene, my flesh, bitch, I'm hot
Kale make it rain, that's a knot
Eleven zennies, now I feel stupid crazy
Bra, take it off, 36D, let me squeeze it
Nigga wanna play hard, bitch, I'm a taker
Outline chalk, bodies on the floor
Glock 33, shoot like Scottie Pippen
I got a vice, momma, I'm sorry
Verse two, we on phase two
Had to Picasso the chain cause that's real art
We've been down the ocean with the whole gang
Blue cheese piling up, we want the whole thing
Stepping on niggas and bitches, they my sons
Keep my punchlines brief, that's a grief case
Pretty girls, they like quick sex, that's a briefcase
Yeah, we outside smoking tags
On the money route, I want bigger checks
Young boy on Bree street, your girl knees deep, yeah
She got a bruise on her lips, stay medicated
Purple haze cat piss got me elevated
Stick in her gut in her body, yeah
In a booty that's too deep
People die in vain, I got real pain
Look at the system, we're stuck in the matrix
This shit feels like a breeze in the ocean
And you all don't see that time is out of sight, yeah
Running to the cash like a parasite
That's great news, yes sir
We pray for the better days, to get free
My brothers in heaven like a shopping spree
Stop taking lives in the streets
Relapile, tjo
Yeah, di achuz, di tletse ka strata, praying for a job
Yes, Hillside Poetry thus gospel
Depression, anxiety, I'm stuck in the middle
Talking like a preacher when I bleed, that's a riddle
Yellow, bitch, I call her Pikachu
Wu-Tang forever, I'm a die a legend, nigga
We cannot lose focus, yeah, we going far my nigga