Young A.K - Hypothetical (feat. CBT Bear Jew)

Wait
Check out the shit on my waist
I got a couple of shooters on their way
So if you want that beef
I'm ready to raise all the stakes
Got that drip, man made lake
I'm about to break that bank
I'm about to break that bank

Why yo parents all over my shit
They say, "AK you're a bad example"
You damn right
Quit holdin' my dick
Quit lookin' for the money I made last night
Keep ya eyes on ya own paper lil' boy
You keep chasin' the bag
Chasin' the cash
Chasin' the shit that won't ever last
Hol' on wait
Let's make some shit clear
Fame ain't the reason I'm here
This how I fight all my demons
I aim when I seen 'em
I aim and I bleed 'em
You betta' believe it
I keep it a hunned
Cause that's how we run it
Keep it a hunned
Cause that's how we run it
Keep it a hunned

Tryna make my mama rich
Before my mama dead
Go off on a lick
Ain't no otha option
I gotta go try it
And if I can't keep it quiet
Then I'ma die tryin'
Gotta keep quiet or

Hypothetically speakin'
We see the 5-0 and we gun it
Yea' fuck it
It's natural, it's instinct
We ain't tryna be put in the precinct
We came up from nothin'
Came up from microwave dinners on weekends
And Ramen on weekdays.
Came up from holes in our shirts and our shoes
Thrift shoppin' apparel was all that we knew
And we couldn't give a fuck about a box logo
When we barely made rent and the cops loco
And mama I hate you but I gotta go thank you
Thanks for the fact that you and dad
Was breakin' ya backs to put clothes on our back
Now we rockin' designer
Yeezy's, Supreme, and Prada
We had to go get it we got it
The easy route wasn't an option

Tryna make my mama rich
Before my mama dead
Go off on a lick
Ain't no other option
I gotta go try it
And if I can't keep it quiet
Then I'ma die tryin'
Gotta keep quiet or

I got good at math from the bills I'm countin'
Fuck an accountant
Paper cuts when I count a couple thousand
You think you livin' better than me
Like, bitch I doubt it
Got that drip we drownin'
And my neck is frozen
Wrist is frozen
Drippin' like it's condensation
And my fatha's proud we made it
Out his brotha's house
Don't you cross my street just take another route
Me and my homies don't fuck around
But fuck all that trap shit
Blessed to be alive
I'm done takin' shit for granted
So I gotta thank god that the shit that happened
Was all that happened

Cause it coulda been worse
We came from the dirt
That's why I wear blood, sweat, and tears on my shirt
Came from a place where the cops aimin' at ya kids
They do it all but they get paid by the feds
Came from a place where we coulda been dead
So I gotta thank God
Yeah I gotta thank God

Written by:
Arion Kalaj

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