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

1]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, up
ain't 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 roll a joint like a nigga a knee brace
Breeze will let you know who got the smoke if you
When in the middle of the
Call Towns and call Thomas for sounds
While my rain water paints all over town
Oliver Twist, the artful all over this
If she with me, don't call her my bitch
I'm in the VIP, with a big bottled water and I'm sparkin' a
Good woods on carpenter shit
the queen like the parliament is
This is a game of
Funny thing that got me the rest
Food for thought, I paying the chef
cleft lips on the bass clef
Singin' with strep, I'm with it
the life of the dimwitted
On one knee like Tim it
And I'm praying for my
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 late on your before
Ran into a couple Dents before
Maybe you niggas too many chemicals
You I'm finna go?
Fuckin' with the children of the
Bring the cash in envelopes
My niggas in the country too interlope
And I go for that
I mean, we all had to on our shit before
y'all niggas was late on your rent before
Ran into a couple Dents before
Maybe you breathin' too many chemicals
You think I'm go?
with the children of the indigo
Bring the in manila envelopes
My in the country tryna interlope
And I go for that

2]
Cause a storm's comin', nigga, see this
All niggas talkin money '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 with the like a Cobra
Black culture, they'll never get over
So I'm in bitch over trash
Runnin' a nigga Rolodex
Remember nights with the coldest
When we ain't really shit 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, nights, more dramatic
Freeze-frame, that's light
Poster child, he posted
Chicago, deep off in Pilsen with the vatos
Mercy mercy, me, Murciélago
in my hundred-dollar jacket purchased from Barney's
Ain't hurtin' my pockets, but fuck, what do I
I'm just a southside nigga with a Nas flow
Never as passive as Rondo, I mean, hey
Condo on my wrist has never really been a of mine
Less "Goldie," more
I around, like "Y'all trollin', right?"
It's overkill, we the type
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 fall on our shit
Just get up shit hit the fan