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

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

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

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Cause a storm's comin', nigga, see this
All these niggas money 'bout to overdraft
See Colin Powell's in all your fences, defenseless, fam
All my niggas in the cul-de-sac, ready to strike with the hood a Cobra
Black culture, they'll get over that
So I'm in this over trash
through a nigga Rolodex
Remember with the coldest sweats
When we ain't really have but some old advice
Told you once, I told you
Never was in it for the Oberweiss
The out the closet, more poltergeist
The poems I write, most nights, dramatic
Freeze-frame, that's light
child, he posted right?
From Chicago, off in Pilsen with the vatos
Mercy mercy, me, Murciélago
That's in my hundred-dollar purchased from Barney's
Ain't my pockets, but fuck, what do I know?
I'm really just a southside nigga with a Nas
Never 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?"
overkill, we know the type
It's overpriced, the probably won't suffice
I don't condone the roll of dice on one, fam
I mean, we all had to fall on our shit
get up 'fore shit hit the fan