Bubu Bambu - It's Dark in Here

Lil homie don’t fold better fight for your life
Make the wrong the move and you won’t make it home
These street is cold boy you might slip on ice
Get on your grip make sure you Stay ten toes
Niggas ask why we get high every night
Every day we facing lows
Free my day one dawg they trying give him life
We used to call for the weight now I wait for the call
They want to us see locked in cages and facing the law
Every other minute feels like we taking a loss
Paranoia setting in know my face says it all
Static on the line I think they tracing the call
On a mission can’t slow the grind
Been on overtime feel guilty when I close my eyes
It ain’t funny see Money be on my mind
Don’t make sense we make cents grow old and die
So we Rolling by in some stolen rides
Catch a nigga sleepin make him hold it high
If I take this fucking mask off you know the vibes
Everyone taking an L and I’m smoking mines
Lil homie don’t fold better fight for your life
Make the wrong the move and you won’t make it home
These street is cold boy you might slip on ice
Get on your grip make sure you Stay ten toes
Niggas ask why we get high every night
Every day we facing lows
Free my day one dawg they tryn give him life
We used to call for the weight now I wait for the call
They want to us see locked in cages and facing the law
Every other minute feels like we taking a loss
Paranoia setting in know my face says it all
Static on the line I think they tracing the call
I’m chasing after it all
I was just crashing and falling
My back to the wall
Stuck in the trap I was gone
Battered and tarred
Another stat on the charts
I heard the cash when it called
Listened now stacking it tall
Yea we racked up and balled
Cant help but splash in the sauce
They throwing shade but we Laughing it off
Lil homie don’t fold better fight for your life
Make the wrong the move and you won’t make it home
These street is cold boy you might slip on ice
Get on your grip make sure you Stay ten toes
Niggas ask why we get high every night
Every day we facing lows
Free my day one dawg they tryn give him life
We used to call for the weight now I wait for the call
They want to us see locked in cages and facing the law
Every other minute feels like we taking a loss
Paranoia setting in know my face says it all
Static on the line I think they tracing the call

Written by:
Walead Othman Jr

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