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Somethin’ sinister to it

Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving

Through the city with criminal stealth, welcome to enemy turf

Harder than immigrants work, Golf is stitched into my shirt

Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche


[Verse 1]

It’s probably been 12 years since my father left

Left me fatherless

And I just used to say “I hate him” in dishonest jest

When honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six

And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it

Sixteen, I’m hollering with Tyler and skipped shots

I stormed that whole bottle, I’ll show you a role model

I’m drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawn

Tryin’ to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate

Momma often was offerin’ peace offerings

Think, weeze cough, scoffing and he’s off again

Searchin’ for a big brother, Tyler was that

Plus he liked how I rap, the blunt ignites with the track

Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks

From honor roll to to crackin’ locks up off them bicycle racks

I’m indecisive, I’m scatterbrained and I’m frightened it’s evident

And them eyes where he hiding all those icicles at


[Verse 2]

Time lapse, bars riding heart’s bottomless pit

Was mobbin deep as 96 Havoc and Prodigy did

We were the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip

With all belongings then toss ‘em out to the audience

Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom this is

Feeling as hard as Vince Carter’s knee cartilage is

Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs

With Keith particles and entering apartments with zine article

Tolerance through boundaries, I know you happy now

Craven in this complex, fuck niggas who tracked me down

Just to be the guys that did it, like I like attention

Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense

Supposed to be grateful, right, like thanks so much you made my life

Harder and the ties between my mom and I strained and tightened

Even more than they were before all of this shit

Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits


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