LYRIC

[Pink Siifu] Uh, uh
My nigga grindin' what you got to
All [?] and that little nigga run, up early
Up early like e'rything blue
Toast momma, makin' food for the two
Niggas lyin', gettin' high, can't lie, missin' school, can't lie
Shit different when you realize poppa shouldn'ta told momma
That's the problems, just sayin', not no drama or nothin'
Give it to 'em, just sayin'
See I told you, you be trippin' on the laces, I console you
When that shit back to back tracin', I know times crazy
It's that cold truth
I'm out duckin' trust from the peers like a dance move
No matter, we in the same shade, [?] Some run like sky [?] but [?] hustlin'
Can't tell me, can't tell me nothin'
Soundtrackin' my soul
Back in the [?] game
Seek property, land, expand
What'd you see?
Pack the van, whole band
I said [?], Pan-African sweatband, hoodie the same

[?] I been in the crib god, maintain
Then again, when that bullshit hit the fan, my head spin
We take hands, we hold heads, we know the lies
We know you high, just like the feds
I realize, it's outta time
You know the real, you know the dreads
You know the real, you know the dreads
Remember land, expand
You know the real, you know the real, you know the real

[Akai Solo] Yo, yo, yo
Boys like the [?] on deck
Yet you still couldn't rope
I watched you choke before the water wet your feet
Hands dry like you lyin', shit
Like snake [?] with they tendrils around me
Opportunists from conception to these moments
A trail is somethin' I can't call this
That applies, you was allied on my gutter sides to begin with
In this mad [?] Musashi [?] master
I'ma let you know when and when not to spin dash
Yoko, rose, whiplash
Magikarp Johnson, splish splash
The height not one of those who gon last
Don't gas this
Gamma strike, knife that'll puncture
Peep the junction, still distill the silliness it'll function in
That's life
Beth don't know a thing about me
Some days the diet is swell
Avocado soldier, grateful for granola
Never wishin' hell, prayin' whatever gotta
Encounter no problems on trajectory
The end effort entirety of the scope
The [?] cadet head, butterscotch
One of few sayin' a lot with a little
Gettin' played like primates in the middle
Yo, I cop the kicks at the store
I left the box on the counter 'cause I'ma make em mine
No need to return 'em
I synthesize moves to last, my blue Sharpie
Grade a permanent, the sword symbolize conflict
And the celebration of passin' it
Cat's used to clown me
Now I'm distributin' the shoes, ya'll

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