SOUTH ft. Why Mark & J DOMS Lyrics

I need some confidence

I need a lot of it

My dad said I had no common sense

I passed on scholarships

Only smiling when the dollars hit

My inner peace is what I gotta fit

Really need some change like Obama bitch

Childhood of trauma so I have to make it

I was scared of the attic got it from the basement

I see you on your Instagram with the product placement

I smack that Starbucks out ya hand cuz you all basic

I can tell that you spoiled by the way that you act

I was told as a kid to pat myself on the back

I can tell that you spoiled by the way that you raised

I was barely getting paid of the minimum wage

I'm broke

I don't like a lot

I don't like these thots

I don't like these thoughts that be running in my noggin

Don't like saying I'm good but finding problems

I don't like thinking bout my brothers in the coffin

Covid got em coughing or was it the blunt

Catch me looking for my sense cuz it the end of the month

I'm finna roll up roll up

Wanna get medicated

But my creative will be sedated

And honestly I'm sick of all the chasing

I' m sick of all the searching for purpose

I been lurking in corners

I been burning my morals

I been seeking these pearls

Y'all been seeking the girls

Leave that shit to the birds

I don't like a lot no

I don't like a lot no

I don't like a lot

I don't like to talk about my talk

I don't like the way you fucking walk

I don't like a lot

I don't like a lot

I don't like to talk about my talk

I don't like the way you fucking walk

Niggas got a lot to say when speaking bad

Guess that's what happens

When you growing up without a dad

Man I love you Scott but truly I don't think you care

It's really cool it's fine

Cause I ain't even man enough to talk about it

I don't like a lot

I don't like the way these pigs get promoted to cops

I don't like the way they shoot my brothers on the block

I don't like to walk the fucking walk

On some plank shit

Rolling up a doobie

Scooby homie finna take this

Hit it twice pass it back

I ignite roll the Dutch sip the flask

I'm alright

I don't like my mind

When I'm the opposite of the sober

I start to unwind

When I smell marijuana odor

I don't like my life

I don't like my therapist

My money or this knife

I wish I had a gun instead

This holy bible ain't so holy when it's full of lead

Hollow tips and shallow audience

My confidence dims

The darkest night has yet to come

I guess the reaper creeped in with that

Motherfucking gun boy you best a run

I don't like a lot

I don't like the plot

I don't like these niggas they can rot

I came from the south

Got that gold up in my mouth

I be fucking on your spouse

I don't like a lot

I don't like the plot