Untitled (Santa Ana at The Observatory) lyrics

What’s your motives, ho?
I only trust these b*tches ‘bout as far as I can throw ‘em
Tryna pay my mama's rent, figured that’s just what I owe her
I been trouble since I tumbled out that stroller
Strolling easy down this narrow path, beefing with your scary ass
‘Preme got my little n*ggas cheesing off the cherry
And n*gga that’s a great bunch, Papa Swamp is stomping with the skate f*cks
Heavy-handing tracks until the day the f*cking train comes
Raised up, when he ‘bout to speak the truth he ???
Peep the evening news, my n*gga, we don’t do the same stuff
??? before I’m jogging 'round these bases
n*ggas' b*tches need to change
Separated from my main one
It’s just another day, another n*gga's b*tch got face f*cked
I’ve been like this since the Motorola RAZR
What a bast*rd that baby was, little mad n*gga miss his dad, never praying much
Right around the same time his grandmama drank a bunch
Take the bus, take a n*gga’s seat like he was paying for me
I got this n*gga Dash with me, he sippin’ on some make-believe
I’m only happy when it’s static in the air, ‘cause the fair weather's fake to me
Living in the scope, hairs crossed like adjacent streets
Dare a n*gga to think he sweet
Never b*tches, funny, boy you berries and you honey for the bears [?]
Run a n*gga's pockets like some errands, make it hasty
Hope the sheriff keep away from me