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

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

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

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