My brotha got a smart phone in prison I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison My brotha got a smart (Yo, hello) I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison (Yo yo wassup with you) I've been looking for the sun out my window, out my window I've been blowing smoke out my window, out my window All I see is trouble out my window, out my window Been looking for the sun out my window, out my window (Ugh, yeah) But how you figure he a killa Galloping with Huns in the pillage like Attila Do it for the 'Gram fake stuntin on the Insta Money, drugs, guns and white boys that say ni (Hey) The vanity will keep you in a sleeper hold Shiny dreams control the mine like Cecil Rhodes See I was in a room full of brodis Kept my name clean and did my dirt by my lonely Started out this whole thing when I was just a shorty Big homies concrete gang banging in they 40's But no sympathy you don't wanna see your enemy without your artillery Bang Mama need a job offer, how she gonna pay for rent Work for all this money harder, end up with it all spent It's like we throwing money out window I'm so focused on the end goal, remember when I've been Out here with my kinfolk, driving through the Eastside Neighborhood I grew up in, same place D died Same place we were kids, back when it was all simple Nobody caught a case, back when it was all civil Now I feel the world's gone crazy My just my city, try not to let it phase me All these young men taught never show emotion Always keep it pushing, Always got to stay in motion Looking out my window, out my window Blowing smoke out my window, out my window My brotha got a smart phone in prison I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison My brotha got a smart phone in prison I said my brotha got a smart phone in prison My brotha got a smart phone Pop Pop, fireworks in my neighborhood Man I hope my neighbors good Mom is getting worried when I go out People out here hanging out of windows at the In-n-Out Growing up learning about, how the world works We from the land of the money where we make the world turn We all stacking our chips, just waiting our turn People act like they got it way before they ever get it We don't share the same concerns (Ugh) Maneuver with the boys through the neighborhood You know the usual hooligans up to no good Pop-pop bottle rockets aiming at your chakras Lil homies at the corner watching for the coppers Helicopters flying over city lights I wrote graffiti on the wall but didn't fill it right Caps trippin' they waiting for cats slippin' Stayed up out of these streets just as soon as these raps written', I'm a - See the world through my rear view Ashing out the window, suckas I don't hear you Even if you had a milli I wouldn't be near you Come up in the circle sucka hater yeah we dare you Don't be flossing round the wrong cats they might rob you Hope you soaked the game up word to sayknowledge (There they go, there they go) Moving state to state still eating off of paper plates Writing at the gate, waiting for the plane And you know I'm sitting by the window