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

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

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

2]
Cause a storm's comin', nigga, see this
All these niggas talkin money to overdraft
See 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
Black culture, they'll never get over
So I'm in this bitch trash
Runnin' through a nigga
nights with the coldest sweats
When we ain't really shit but some old advice
Told you once, I told you
was in it for the Oberweiss alone
The out the closet, more poltergeist
The poems I write, nights, more dramatic
Freeze-frame, that's poster
Poster child, he posted
From Chicago, deep off in with the vatos
Mercy mercy, me, Murciélago
That's in my 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
been as passive as Rondo, I mean, hey
Condo on my has never really been a goal of mine
"Goldie," more Dolemite
I look around, "Y'all trollin', right?"
It's overkill, we know the
overpriced, the quality probably won't suffice
I don't condone the of dice on this one, fam
I mean, we all had to on our shit before
Just get up 'fore hit the fan