Текст BROCKHAMPTON – VICTOR ROBERTS

My papa looked at my mama, lookin’ at that closet like
«There that shit go»
Two keys and a thumper, 10K with the mustard
A whole family and no buster, this don’t add up
My padre facin’ them three strikes
And my mama just smacked the pipe
Crack smoke got crash tight, this shit still bad, ’cause
The boys peeped a Brillo pad and some glass tucked
And it’s lookin’ like my parents was up in here runnin’ all through that stash dumb
But the fact, crack different than coke
Plus the smoke wasn’t close enough to choke me
Lowered scrutiny so mom could kick big facts for bruh
The truth is we held the bag for this kid we took in
Tryna part with his old ways, maybe we all mistook him
‘Cause I knew something was fucked up when he said
«Don’t open or look in this here satchel that I’ll be back for in just a couple of minutes»
Then hella hours later, like do I cook dinner now or later?
Worried about cold food for a cold fool
Motherfucker put my family in danger
I blame myself, pardon my anger
I never looked inside his stuff so he never really needed to hide his stuff
When you showed me what was really inside this stuff
I never had a clue
Now I know as police, you gotta do what you gotta do
But this my family, all I got is us, my nigga
My own mother just shot at us, my nigga

This is why we here
And I don’t fuck with niggas I don’t know
But I had a heart to help this kid in danger, tears in anger
Gemini gettin’ violently
Police silence don’t help anxiety
My daddy’s priors tame all of his wildin’
All of these pilots, not one of them flyin’
Y’all planning on trying?
This flight is diving, nose tucked
Po-po stuck, play your part
All this commotion and neighbors listenin’ like, «Oh fuck»
Shit finna spark
All this emotion, need a decision made with some heart
‘Cause ours is broken, they tryna lock the third notch on my pop’s choker
This shit ain’t kosher
Moms is oh for if CPS get sent them pages
I ain’t gon’ see my parents for ages
All this erosion, no more protection
Shit don’t feel safe
What graduation? What degrees?
What dissertation? What imagination?
Imagine my whole world taken away from me
All over some bass and misconstrued melodies
My heart racin’, clutchin’ my red Ranger, pacin’
I can barely breathe
And mister policeman, told policeman, we got what we need
Just let ’em be

Ryan Beatty:
Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I’m built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I’m built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me

bearface:
And if you’re hurting, love yourself with my heart
And if you’re hurting, love yourself with my heart

Ryan Beatty:
Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I’m built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for my bitches still sticking with me
Thank God, when I talk, I know you listen to me
Thank God that I’m built for the distance
Thank God for me, thank God for me

Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me
Thank God for me, thank God for me
Thank God for me
Oh, oh
(Nobody)