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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 Dents before
Maybe you niggas breathin' too many
You I'm finna go?
Fuckin' with the of the indigo
the cash in manila envelopes
My niggas in the country tryna
And I can't go for

1]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, up
Free ain't cheap is
Niggas like some cheapskates
I see talking work with empty briefcase
We put the beef on the buzz and call it
Then a joint like a nigga need a knee brace
Breeze will let you know who got the if you down
When in the of the woods
Call Towns and call Thomas for sounds
my rain water color paints all over town
Oliver Twist, the artful all over this
If she with me, then call her my bitch
I'm in the VIP, with a big bottled water and I'm sparkin' a
Good woods on some shit
Move the queen like the is
This is a of chess
Funny thing that got me the rest
for thought, I ain't paying the chef
With lips on the bass clef
Singin' with strep, I'm with it
the life of the dimwitted
On one like Tim with it
And I'm for my 'rents
gettin' clear as the piss
Now my stress is gettin' swimmin' lessons at the pier with the

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

2]
Cause a comin', nigga, see this overcast
All these niggas talkin '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 never get that
So I'm in this over trash
Runnin' a nigga Rolodex
Remember nights with the coldest
When we ain't really have shit but old advice
you once, I told you twice
Never was in it for the alone
The skeleton's out the closet, more
The poems I write, most nights, dramatic
Freeze-frame, that's light
Poster child, he posted
From Chicago, deep off in with the vatos
Mercy mercy, me, Murciélago
That's in my hundred-dollar jacket from Barney's
Ain't hurtin' my pockets, but fuck, do I know?
I'm really just a southside nigga with a Nas
Never been as as Rondo, I mean, hey
Condo on my wrist has never really been a of mine
"Goldie," more Dolemite
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 on our shit before
get up 'fore shit hit the fan