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

1]
Hold up, up, hold up, hold up
ain't what cheap is
Niggas like some cheapskates
I see talking work with empty briefcase
We put the on the buzz and call it sweepstakes
Then roll a joint like a nigga a knee brace
Breeze will let you know who got the 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 this
If she with me, then call her my bitch
I'm in the VIP, with a big water and I'm sparkin' a piff
Good woods on some shit
the queen like the parliament is
This is a game of
Funny that got me playin' the rest
Food for thought, I paying the chef
With lips on the bass clef
Singin' with strep, I'm with it
Bought the life of the
On one like Tim with it
And I'm praying for my
Message clear as the piss
Now my stress is gettin' swimmin' lessons at the with the kids

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

2]
Cause a comin', nigga, see this overcast
All niggas talkin money 'bout to overdraft
See Colin Powell's in all fences, you're defenseless, fam
All my in the cul-de-sac, ready to strike with the hood like a Cobra
Black culture, never get over that
So I'm in this bitch trash
Runnin' through a nigga
nights with the coldest sweats
When we ain't really have shit but some old
Told you once, I you twice
Never was in it for the Oberweiss
The skeleton's out the closet, poltergeist
The I write, most nights, more dramatic
Freeze-frame, that's poster
Poster child, he right?
Chicago, deep off in Pilsen with the vatos
Mercy mercy, me, Murciélago
That's in my hundred-dollar jacket from Barney's
Ain't my pockets, but fuck, what do I know?
I'm really just a southside with a Nas flow
Never as passive as Rondo, I mean, hey
Condo on my wrist has really been a goal of mine
Less "Goldie," more
I look around, "Y'all trollin', right?"
overkill, we know the type
It's overpriced, the probably won't suffice
I don't condone the roll of on this one, fam
I mean, we all had to fall on our shit
Just get up shit hit the fan