The Artful Dodger

[Hook]
I mean, we all had to fall on our shit before
I know y'all niggas was late on your rent before
Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before
Maybe you niggas breathin' too many chemicals
You think I'm finna go?
Fuckin' with the children of the indigo
Bring the cash in manila envelopes
My niggas in the country tryna interlope
And I can't go for that

[Verse 1]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Free ain't what cheap is
Niggas rolling like some cheapskates
I see kids talking work with empty briefcase
We put the beef on the buzz and call it sweepstakes
Then roll a joint like a nigga need a knee brace
Breeze will let you know who got the smoke if you down
When in the middle of the woods
Call Anthony Towns and call Thomas for sounds
While my rain water color paints all over town
Oliver Twist, the artful dodger's all over this
If she with me, then don't call her my bitch
I'm in the VIP, with a big bottled water and I'm sparkin' a piff
Good woods on some carpenter shit
Move the queen like the parliament is
This is a game of chess
Funny thing that got me playin' the rest
Food for thought, I ain't paying the chef
With cleft lips on the bass clef
Singin' with strep, I'm sick with it
Bought the life of the dimwitted
On one knee like Tim with it
And I'm praying for my 'rents
Message gettin' clear as the piss
Now my stress is gettin' swimmin' lessons at the pier with the kids

[Hook]
I mean, we all had to fall on our shit before
I know y'all niggas was late on your rent before
Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before
Maybe you niggas breathin' too many chemicals
You think I'm finna go?
Fuckin' with the children of the indigo
Bring the cash in manila envelopes
My niggas in the country trying too interlope
And I can't go for that
I mean, we all had to fall on our shit before
Know y'all niggas was late on your rent before
Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before
Maybe you niggas breathin' too many chemicals
You think I'm finna go?
Fuckin' with the children of the indigo
Bring the cash in manila envelopes
My niggas in the country tryna interlope
And I can't go for that

[Verse 2]
Cause a storm's comin', nigga, see this overcast
All these niggas talkin money 'bout to overdraft
See Colin Powell's in all your fences, you're defenseless, fam
All my niggas in the cul-de-sac, ready to strike with the hood like a Cobra
Black culture, they'll never get over that
So I'm in this bitch over trash
Runnin' through a nigga Rolodex
Remember nights with the coldest sweats
When we ain't really have shit but some old advice
Told you once, I told you twice
Never was in it for the Oberweiss alone
The skeleton's out the closet, more poltergeist
The poems I write, most nights, more dramatic
Freeze-frame, that's poster light
Poster child, he posted right?
From Chicago, deep off in Pilsen with the vatos
Mercy mercy, me, that Murciélago
That's in my hundred-dollar jacket purchased from Barney's
Ain't hurtin' my pockets, but fuck, what do I know?
I'm really just a southside nigga with a Nas flow
Never been as passive as Rondo, I mean, hey
Condo on my wrist has never really been a goal of mine
Less "Goldie," more Dolemite
I look around, like "Y'all trollin', right?"
It's overkill, we know the type
It's overpriced, the quality probably won't suffice
I don't condone the roll of dice on this one, fam
I mean, we all had to fall on our shit before
Just get up 'fore shit hit the fan