Split-Screen lyrics

[Intro: Louie Pastel]
–Die (Who wanna die, who wanna–)

[Chorus: Louie Pastel, Felix]
We had to take a lil’ while with this sh*t, had to figure it out
Bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them figures is out
f*ck all that rock sh*t, my n*gga, we letting this n*gga sh*t out
Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my di*k in her mouth? (Yuh)

[Verse 1: Felix]
In school I was made fun of
For the way I talk my grammar
I’m African like Bambaataa
Bet they all love hearing me now
Bet them same ones lovin’ our sound
Stayin’ at home was a problem
I was playin’ games, wanna do albums
Meanwhile my grades would suffer
Ay, ay, ay, did that sh*t for a whole summer
Now my parents thought that was a bummer
And I might catch salmonella
All this chickеn that I touch, raw
And some women that I f*cked, too raw
n*ggas wanna play a gamе, I saw
Now there’s blood all over these walls
Ay, ay ay, in my past life, I was an otter
Where I’d backstroke in that water
Overseas, hey, pardon my manners
This sh*t magic, part of my manner
This swag deep steel like armor
Got blues around my collar
But I still feel I gotta work harder
[Chorus: Louie Pastel]
We had to take a lil’ while with this sh*t, had to figure it out
Bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them figures is out
f*ck all that rock sh*t, my n*gga, we letting this n*gga sh*t out
Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my di*k in her mouth?

[Verse 2: Louie Pastel]
Bottles on bottles on bottles on bottles, I f*cked up my kidney
You talkin’ that bullsh*t, my n*gga, my n*gga, you cannot get rid’ me
I cannot f*ck with them n*ggas no more, them n*ggas is iffy
I do not f*ck with 100 no more, better keep it 150, uh
I had no roof over my head, don’t believe in ceilings, huh
Had to part his eyelids, n*ggas couldn’t hear his feelin’, huh
Walked up in the buildin’, had one hand up on my phallus, huh
Walked up in the buildin’, treat this b*tch like it’s my palace, huh
Better come near me with good intentions, not no malice, huh
Trust me, I know n*ggas that bang harder than a mallet, huh
Give my b*tch some shrooms and now she startin’ to feel like Alice, huh
Trippin’ gon be easy just because she think I’m valid

[Chorus: Louie Pastel]
We had to take a lil’ walk with this sh*t, had to figure it out
Bet you gon’ fold under pressure lil’ boy when them figures is out
f*ck all that rock sh*t, my n*gga, we letting this n*gga sh*t out
Why would I hear any backtalk when I got my di*k in her mouth?