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Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face
Blank face, blank face
I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine
Uh!This that "Fuck the blogs"
The afterbell, we hang in halls
Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol
Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway
One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade
I can take you spots where gangsters walk
Where real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close
Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked
Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane
I ain't been right since out the cervix
I know a M can make it perfect
It came through more than the one I worship
You I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold
He got the runny nose

Summertime, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes
I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes
My money short
Missin' them days of honey oats
Dollar bills in mama's coat
Cartoons and bubble soap
This be the realest shit I wrote
This be that ride that hunnid spoke
Red and blue from head to toeWho needs a mothafuckin' friend?
You see them mothafuckin' rims
Met the devil in disguise
Look through my mothafuckin' eyesLook at my eyes, look at my block
Look at my shit, cold
All of these lies, true to my life
Word to my pen so
Take what you want, get what you like
Open that window
Ain't that shit raw
Ain't it? That shit raw
Look through my mothafuckin' eyes
Vision impaired by the high
No cares on my mind
Couple dares, that is fineThis shit from 'round the back house
More baggies bagged and that roach
In granny's plastic suede couch
Best play cat and that mouse
A minor pitchin' in major
Stay servin' dope but we cater
Take you back to my Sega
Slammin' bones on that table
Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's
Forced to grow to a man
Before L.A. had them Rams
Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal
Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store
My haters came for the better and money came for the loads
Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold
Fucked up the game with many flow
I've been a loc since Henry O
I'm ten toes, you movie role
I do this shit for lifers way before
Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke
Got so many bodies the world knows, shit
Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath
But our dreams were big, homie
The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on meWho needs a mothafuckin' friend?
You see my mothafuckin' rims
Met the devil in disguise
Look through my mothafuckin' eyesLook at my eyes, look at my block
Look at my shit, cold
All of these lies, true to my life
Word to my pen so
Take what you want, get what you like
Open that window
Ain't that shit raw
Ain't it? That shit raw
Look through my mothafuckin' eyes
Vision impaired by the high
No cares on my mind
Couple dares, that is fineMy picture was in full frame
But my vision had distort
My memory is okay
But my feelings on point
I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go
Oh Lord!
You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold
No Lord!
I see faces at my window
My patience growin' short
I had no one to lend on
That's why that chip is so cold
Kinda like the cool king on my fallen bros, bros, bros, bros
Oh Lord!
Guess that's my curtain call, my last go
Said isn't this shit what you wanted to see?
Ain't this shit what you wanted to see?
Songwriters
QUINCY HANLEY, NESBITT WESONGA JR, MARIO LOVING, MARK SPEARSPublished by
Lyrics © KOBALT MUSIC PUBLISHING LIMITED,

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Quincy Matthew Hanley (born October 26, 1986), better known by his stage name ScHoolboy Q is an American recording hip hop artist from Los Angeles, California. Hanley is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment and is a member of Black Hippy along with Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar and Ab-Soul. In 2008, ScHoolboy Q released his first mixtape titled, Schoolboy Turned Hustla and followed up in 2009 with Gangsta & Soul. In 2011, he finally relased his first album titled, Setbacks

Dividing his time between socially conscious rap and bud smoker’s anthems, ScHoolboy Q makes quite the impression on his debut “street album”: the polished, funky, well-balanced, and rewarding Setbacks. Think Mos Def meets Murs on an especially hazy, West Coast weekend and you’ve got the idea, but this ScHoolboy offers some unique ideas on top of it. He’s a complex, mature young man who worries about his kids consuming too much fast food (the straight forward “Figg Get Da Money”) but he’s also a dude who can’t help letting go, diving headfirst into a bong when work is done (the dreamlike “Light Years Ahead”). “What’s the Word” with fellow Black Hippy member Jay Rock, is a radio-friendly number that deserves a lavish party video while the following “iBETiGOTSUMWEED” is the kind of looped, scratchy soul the Madlib and Stones Throw crowd crave. Talented on either end of the spectrum, ScHoolboy Q delivers both with the same skill and cool head, all while keeping his own identity up front. Setbacks wants to come off as just slightly more important than a mixtape, but this casual release is a big contribution to the “true hip-hop” movement.

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