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Alegator - Resort Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, life ain't shit for real man

[Verse]
Getting real tired of all this name calling, aw man, y’all ain’t balling
Spend my days down south while your ‘98 stalling
You’re throwing a fit cuz that chick you got lit with ain’t calling
I travel to Vegas and you know that I’m all in
But I’m under respected and still floating on top
I’m here for eternity and man I’ve waited a lot
Waited some tops back in those Spezia days
Young Alex is flirting with white girls but too pussy to cop
I’m fucking passing up on bacon, I ain’t fucking with cops
I got a million problems cause I don’t know when to just stop
And my balls are top shelf like the molly I pop
When will I drop? Man they hope tomorrow but probably not
Sick of these fools in the game with thеy same ass beats
It’s my signature sound but that lazinеss seeps
I must have dysentery cuz you guys are sounding like shit
Short ass songs cuz your fan base as big as your dick, yuh
And what the fuck is with rappers these times?
I need to merge right cuz I really don’t drive near these guys
Why they painting their nails like some females know why?
They fucking hope their fantasies become real life
Money doesn’t buy happiness, man, you’re tripping right now
I get judged by my race get the fuck out
I resort to drugs to clean my mind out
If I had money man I’d move the fuck out
I’d fucking cop me a crib, I’d fucking take out some ribs
I wouldn’t move to ‘labasas where all the superstars live
I’d make my own empire and charge you retards to breathe
And terrorize your homes at night so your children can’t sleep
But nah I’m still here waking up to the cold
Still wake up early to fucking shovel some snow
Still gotta watch out for a dumbass on the road
Still ain’t fucking shit everywhere that I go
I tend to overthink things, I'm too hard on myself
This is what happens when I keep to myself
I am compelled to give a heartfelt sorry to myself
Ain’t no friends like a Ke’ to my Kel
And lemme rant a little more man, aw man, I got more man
I got all this shit I can’t even afford man
I just took like 20k to get me a Ford, man
I got crazy thoughts I can’t even explore, man
When I shoot, I miss, man I need that assist
Back home I fucked my phone from getting too lit
I’m heading towards a life I left as a kid
And now my car keeps on breaking and shit
And I got my fucking bitch mom leaving and shit
And I got like 6 racks I gotta pay back by 6
And I stoop bottom shelf when I’m horny as shit
And still all my cousins think I’m living so rich
But my job sucks dick, man, I don’t get paid shit
And my dad, got me mad he’s quickly ending his trip
He might die tomorrow what would I do? Maybe move
Maybe I get off the fence and choke my neck till it’s blue
Left my city to escape but I keep facing problems
Don't fit in in my country man I'm tired of all this
I'm too brown for the white people to accept me as theirs
I'm too gringo for paisas when I talk I get stares
Lived my whole life as American but clearly I'm not
I don't even feel Mexican, man I traded them off
My own blood switches up, thought they loved me a lot
I'll just leave you with that and let you process all my thoughts
And it seems like this music shit will never take off
And I’ll never play Toronto cuz I’m short and not tall
And my brother getting distant he won’t answer my call
Everything will get better when I drop and I fall