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I mean, we all had to on our shit before
I know niggas was late on your rent before
Ran into a couple Harvey Dents
you niggas breathin' too many chemicals
You I'm finna go?
with the children of the indigo
Bring the cash in envelopes
My in the country tryna interlope
And I go for that

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

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

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