"Red Clay" lyrics
Most of the time, uh
Outside, one time, for the Southside
Ayy, look
Can't get no job because you used to rob
But see, you only used to rob 'cause it wasn't no jobs hirin' you
Regardless, as we learn from havin' less, you either eat or starve
Just try not to get caught or them crackers gon' send your ass to Mars
I wanna be an astronaut, well, shit, you got it, folk
Pardon the roast, but life's so fucked up that we gotta joke about it
Life without this lil' sense of humor be costin' me
So take this food for thought, just don't eat it, the fuckin' varsity
I often be reminiscin', wishin' we was still them children
Drinkin' out the hose, we chillin', bikes out in the yard from stealin'
That's why I find some joy when Buckhead turned into Bankhead
'Cause seein' me in Lenox remind white folk that we ain't dead
Even though they tried to kill you and me
And push our whole family tree to Milledgeville, Georgia
The dirty still dirty, it's all politicians and lawyers
And FNs with the serial scratched, the Air Force 1s when you step in
Clay, ayy
Ayy, that red clay, ayy
Out here in the A, Air Force 1s and red clay
'Til the wheels fall off, baby, we gon' roll
Just keep going, just keep going
Okay, rest in peace tees, ten pieces and peach teas
On Pete Street, ponderin', what this life tryna teach me?
That niggas who ballin' ain't throwin' alleys, just deep threes
And I'm tryin' to score, but keep hittin' rim like a deep sleep, wait (Wait)
Wake up, put on my Forces, can't crease these
Got in a fight on my walk to the store, tryna meet T, fuck
If 12 pull up, they'll lock us down before we bleed 'em
I done been in cuffs before, but now I'm shackled by this freedom
Dealin' with this uncertainty of wonderin' 'bout what's comin' next
But no sense of urgency
Just made my first project in the 'jects, so ain't no one heard of me yet
"But I'ma blow," that's what I tell folks, but I'm personally, stressed
Ayy, okay, fuck them ACTs, where the cash at?
Girls from my class act and pretend like they class acts
Thinkin' I'm Hulk green, but I know my partner done smashed that
She ain't that cute, but, shit, I wanna hit too 'cause her ass fat (Ass fat)
It's just another day up in that, that red clay, ayy
Out here in the A, Air Force 1s and red clay
'Til the wheels fall off, baby, we gon' roll, that red clay
Just keep going, just keep going
Ayy, okay, facts is the rival of truth
Ain't accomplished shit, but my confidence higher than Snoop
So, why I'm at the table where these folks tryna sign the recruits?
Question, is my destiny this or a tie and a suit?
Slack off at times, but I can't help but try in the booth
This shit make me feel close to God like Poseidon and Zeus
My girl on my head 'bout readin' the Bible, I'll find an excuse
I ain't Abraham, put that link in my bio to use
Outside, one time, for the Southside
Ayy, look
Can't get no job because you used to rob
But see, you only used to rob 'cause it wasn't no jobs hirin' you
Regardless, as we learn from havin' less, you either eat or starve
Just try not to get caught or them crackers gon' send your ass to Mars
I wanna be an astronaut, well, shit, you got it, folk
Pardon the roast, but life's so fucked up that we gotta joke about it
Life without this lil' sense of humor be costin' me
So take this food for thought, just don't eat it, the fuckin' varsity
I often be reminiscin', wishin' we was still them children
Drinkin' out the hose, we chillin', bikes out in the yard from stealin'
That's why I find some joy when Buckhead turned into Bankhead
'Cause seein' me in Lenox remind white folk that we ain't dead
Even though they tried to kill you and me
And push our whole family tree to Milledgeville, Georgia
The dirty still dirty, it's all politicians and lawyers
And FNs with the serial scratched, the Air Force 1s when you step in
Clay, ayy
Ayy, that red clay, ayy
Out here in the A, Air Force 1s and red clay
'Til the wheels fall off, baby, we gon' roll
Just keep going, just keep going
Okay, rest in peace tees, ten pieces and peach teas
On Pete Street, ponderin', what this life tryna teach me?
That niggas who ballin' ain't throwin' alleys, just deep threes
And I'm tryin' to score, but keep hittin' rim like a deep sleep, wait (Wait)
Wake up, put on my Forces, can't crease these
Got in a fight on my walk to the store, tryna meet T, fuck
If 12 pull up, they'll lock us down before we bleed 'em
I done been in cuffs before, but now I'm shackled by this freedom
Dealin' with this uncertainty of wonderin' 'bout what's comin' next
But no sense of urgency
Just made my first project in the 'jects, so ain't no one heard of me yet
"But I'ma blow," that's what I tell folks, but I'm personally, stressed
Ayy, okay, fuck them ACTs, where the cash at?
Girls from my class act and pretend like they class acts
Thinkin' I'm Hulk green, but I know my partner done smashed that
She ain't that cute, but, shit, I wanna hit too 'cause her ass fat (Ass fat)
It's just another day up in that, that red clay, ayy
Out here in the A, Air Force 1s and red clay
'Til the wheels fall off, baby, we gon' roll, that red clay
Just keep going, just keep going
Ayy, okay, facts is the rival of truth
Ain't accomplished shit, but my confidence higher than Snoop
So, why I'm at the table where these folks tryna sign the recruits?
Question, is my destiny this or a tie and a suit?
Slack off at times, but I can't help but try in the booth
This shit make me feel close to God like Poseidon and Zeus
My girl on my head 'bout readin' the Bible, I'll find an excuse
I ain't Abraham, put that link in my bio to use
