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I mean, we all had to fall on our before
I 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 cash in manila
My in the country tryna interlope
And I go for that

1]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, up
Free ain't what is
Niggas like some cheapskates
I see kids talking work with empty
We put the beef on the buzz and it sweepstakes
Then roll a joint a nigga need 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
my rain water color paints all over town
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 on some carpenter shit
Move the queen like the is
This is a game of
thing that got me playin' the rest
Food for thought, I paying the chef
With cleft on the bass clef
Singin' with strep, I'm sick it
Bought the life of the
On one knee like Tim it
And I'm praying for my
Message gettin' clear as the
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 was late on your rent before
Ran into a couple Harvey Dents
Maybe you niggas breathin' too chemicals
You think I'm go?
with the children of the indigo
Bring the in manila envelopes
My in the country trying too interlope
And I go for that
I mean, we all had to on our shit before
Know y'all niggas was 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
the cash in manila envelopes
My niggas in the country tryna
And I go for that

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