"Bout It" lyrics
Taking a couple steps back, back when I would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that's bustin' loose
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don't trust again
Just unload that fuckin' rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
Surrounded by the voices that are talkin' in my head
Man I wake up all the time, really thinkin' that I might be dead
Dealin' with the stress, and you dealin' with your fuckin' life
The reason that we do it, so that we fuckin' feel alive
All we see is play, but you can't seem to find rewind
Hate the fact that fixin' fuck-ups, always gonna take some time
Matter of fact, that your memories forever last
The Devil diggin' deeper
Hopin' he can bring up darker pasts
Taking a couple steps back, back when I would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that's bustin' loose
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don't trust again
Just unload that fuckin' rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
I live a fast life, never on that slow paced shit
In my space ship doing donuts middle fingers to the masons
Yea you mothafuckas said that we'd never make it
Now I'm sitting back smoking like I'm on vacation Bitch
Staying low 'cause you never know
Plenty haters sitting back praying that you fold
Watch these so called "homies" all turn into hoes
Never get too comfortable stay up on your toes
Taking a couple steps back, back when I would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that's bustin' loose
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don't trust again
Just unload that fuckin' rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that's bustin' loose
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don't trust again
Just unload that fuckin' rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
Surrounded by the voices that are talkin' in my head
Man I wake up all the time, really thinkin' that I might be dead
Dealin' with the stress, and you dealin' with your fuckin' life
The reason that we do it, so that we fuckin' feel alive
All we see is play, but you can't seem to find rewind
Hate the fact that fixin' fuck-ups, always gonna take some time
Matter of fact, that your memories forever last
The Devil diggin' deeper
Hopin' he can bring up darker pasts
Taking a couple steps back, back when I would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that's bustin' loose
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don't trust again
Just unload that fuckin' rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
I live a fast life, never on that slow paced shit
In my space ship doing donuts middle fingers to the masons
Yea you mothafuckas said that we'd never make it
Now I'm sitting back smoking like I'm on vacation Bitch
Staying low 'cause you never know
Plenty haters sitting back praying that you fold
Watch these so called "homies" all turn into hoes
Never get too comfortable stay up on your toes
Taking a couple steps back, back when I would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that's bustin' loose
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don't trust again
Just unload that fuckin' rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you 'bout it? Tell me, are you 'bout it
Are you 'bout? Tell me, are you 'bout it?
Writer(s): Beau Holland, Angel Cabrera, Scott Walker
