Luyện nghe bài hát Prom / King

This remind me of we had insomnia
Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of
Everybody was college-bound, no amounts
In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no bus
My hit me on Facebook, like "What shorty you takin'?"
I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm sayin',
I got one to take and I'm waitin' on her
her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later,
Never hit me back, she my heart
So now he me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed, she never me back
I hit him back "Yo', well fuck her, it's on to the next"
I wrote that thinkin' I'm awkward,
Prolly' would never sex
You know in school, 16 you prolly late
My hit me back, "Don't trip, bro. I got you a date."
So he sent me this link to girl I had never seen
He said to call and tell her "Walter you, you with me."
I about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got or used to kick it
In fact, if I vividly, he picked on me
He used to beat me up and take my sneakers family visit
I'm skeptical to let her know I'm little cousin
What if this shit all a joke, then again, what if it
Would I really risk the chance of me potentially
On some stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can him?
not
I finally called her, her Walter sent me
My name
She asked me what's the scheme that we gon' wear to prom
I'm actin' like I'm not excited, tryna it off
So what's the car takin'?
Worst come worst, my mom can us
I'll call Walter, thank him, he said trip and just wear black
He said she cool and they go back, if any problems, him back
I never had to, but now we're in
He Facebook me like
not to be a nuisance...
But he like 30 dollars on all his prom suit shit
I'm like, "I got you, cuz. That's the that I can do."
He tell me him the addy and he'll slide after school
I'm like, "Ok, bet," knew where he stayed at
He down the street, hella surprised,
This y'all place at?
Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my Rena
And I'm surprised too, my family knew, kept a secret
Me and cuz down the street, living different lives
he on the bus, me, I get a ride
I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went
He tell me, "Thank you," then he back home with a smile
He tryna it, but I see his dimple
I'm thinkin', "Damn, transaction was simple"
I'm talking shit, I he hoop,
I'm like, Aye, where the rim,
He like, Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly as shit, tho.
I my brother not
So all 3 of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the
I'm hella passive, I was passin', I ain't to score
The next day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I up
My granddad gave me a then walked away, didn't say nothin'
She hopped out of her car and said that her name was
My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it
her the croissant, or corsage
Or the fuck my mom handed me
And said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik", family
My taught me how to tie up a tie
'Cause my dad in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so
pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom and
Walter went on the same day, but to a different place
So he text me like, "Cuz, the spot. Let's meet up later
And bring Jada through," prom flashed, I kept it
We up to the function where she brought a change of clothes
I'm around like, Damn, I don't know nobody
We at this party out West and Jada left to get
I'm fakin' I'm sendin' text
Some stranger get really close, I swear that I his breath
Then he put a knife to my
Gave me the run down like, "Jada my
And if you hit her, fuck her, make her miss ya, kill ya!"
At this point, I'm exhausted
Wondering the fuck's Walter
He shows up like 30 after our altercation
I never mentioned it to him, he kinda
And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat this skull in
his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible
I and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go

Said you're used to getting everything way... Tthis not how that happens this time,
Just gotta fuck your boy?

went to St. Louis, had a full ride for his hoopin'
Him and his coach got into it, now he home doing music, aye
I was at Columbia, a damn straight A student
I had one B in a hip-hop class, I that shit was stupid
He transferred to Morris, always living down the street
My class let out at 2:40 and his let out at 3
Mama asked me where the I been and where the hell I be
"I'm with Walter, mom, I'm safe" I walkin' in here late
I fall off in your bed, I get girls now, I get laid
I get up followin' Walter, I'm a product of my age
He talk to erry' girl in downtown
Wingman, I cannot fly
He was in Cal with Impala, he was that nigga in the
Awfully popular for someone that they barely
Plus we the part of city that they barely mention
Just into Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned
We signed our names on the open mic list and they skipped us
And then they skipped us again like a week
Like, obviously this fuckin' host can't the paper
Hella' intimidatin', the big guy didn't to flex
So Walter walked to the host and
This the name callin' next
Bullied our way to the stage and then our welcome
An apple never get too far from the tree it fell from
Just like my father do music and hope I make it
Walter me for the journey said the city waitin'

Walter invincible, dodged death a mad magician
More than a mathematician
I'm in LA on Bucket List Project,
I get a and get a fishy feeling
Normally Walt joke on the phone, this he over serious
My droppin', I'm like, Yo, what is it?
He say he with T.Y on the highway and some just tried to kill him
Emptied the on the car, but somehow they didn't hit him
I fuckin' hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the day, the A.M
I him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He he went to XSport, and they ran a full court
And I can not retort without thinkin' this can't be the reason
So else you do?
What about Ty? Is he cool?
were you on your way from,
And where were you on way to?
He say he just left for at a friend crib, and that's it
He say "Tahj, do shit but smoke, honestly Saba, that's it"
Give him sympathy, another case of identity
The news prolly' run this, as two gangs from different streets
questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper
My boy walked unharmed,
And we did Lollapalooza,
Six months pass by, we celebrate, everyday a better day
I just dropped Bucket List, 'bout to drop a tape
Everything goin' perfect, couldn't a better way
PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln
Then I went to to Sway
I got back and got back on it,
'Cause was doin' tour dates
Sendin' me links to that he made, Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, aye
Grandma made us plates, we played 2K, that's just a day before
got a show tomorrow, he text me, "We in that hoe"
I to the barbershop, the first thing the next morning
Then I got up with Legit, we supposed to do recording
10 minutes into this session, I got a from a number
That I don't got saved, but I anyways
She says, Hello, Malik, you or Squeak
Talked to my son He was just on the train
We got in the car, but we didn't where to drive to
Fuck it, wherever you are my nigga, come and find you...

another day in the ghetto
Oh, the streets sorrow
Can't get out today with schedule
I just hope I it 'til tomorrow
I hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just hope I make it tomorrow
I just hope I make it tomorrow
I hope I make it 'til tomorrow
I just I make it 'til tomorrow
I hope I make it 'til tomorrow