The Worst Songtext
von M Huncho

I look at things
With eyes different from yours
Held a remote to my life
I put my shit on a pause
′Cause you're really outside
Really doing the most
And I been doing myself
I′m tryna capture this growth
Memories that I got
PTSD from the past
Had enough of all these diamonds
So I put my wrist in glass
When you're from where we're from
24′s ain′t enough
White birds let 'em fly
We got baskets full of doves
I was always first team, no sub
Most of my brothers really made it
Out a place with no love
I don′t give a hoe no hugs


And I got my
Killer in the car, he don't
Miss when he′s drunk
So it's best if you′re causing no fuss
One for these washed up olders
You still live at your mum's, you're rubbed
They don′t even need no slugs
Snails never need no slugs, ′cause I'm
Coming from a place where
They don′t wanna make it
They just want a handout
They just can't face it
They just wanna bang out
They don′t wanna make this paper
Every block's got a dreamer
My block had one, faceless
Had no face to start with
Never was nameless
They made a cause about me
They got told I ball like Lakers
My team, my money counters
Money trees that we been raking
If money ain′t the topic
Don't indulge in conversations

Yeah, you heard
Pulled up with the latest on the curb
I don't think that I′m the shit ′cause I'm the ′turd
And they worry bout the charts and all the curves
I don't worry bout the downs, it could be worse
All these gyal I passed on, I′m Larry Bird
Huncholini, I'm the first, I′m never third
Huncho Khalifa, standing tall like I'm the Burj
Nowadays I charge more for my verse (75 Thousand uh-huh)

She ain't ratchet but I know
That there′s a ratchet in her purse (In the purse)
Mind how you talk little bro
You can end up in a hearse (Rest In Peace)
Arrested at the door by the Feds
Got my lady feeling hurt
She still held me down
Even through, yeah, the motherfuckin′ worst (Blessed)
And I know that sometimes, yeah
I could be the worst (I ain't perfect)
I′m tryna change my life around
So you don't have to put
The fucking pistol in the purse
What′s it really worth?
Blessings and a curse, like
Sinning in a church, like
Waiting in the viewing room
Decisions overturned
Can't take money grave side
So I always let it burn
You give them second chances
They don′t learn
I been waving for a minute I'm submerged
Wild skunk, at your door, I'm here to purge
Price went up, like when Uber had a surge
And they put me in the dirt, so I bloom (So I Bloom)
Don′t make jokes
Brudda read the fucking room (Read the room)
Old School like Henry,
Doing adverts, Va Va Voom (Va Va Voom)
I don′t do street fights, I Sonic Boom
Sonic, who? (Oh, are you?)