Through the city with criminals, stealth,
Harder than immigrants work,
"Golf" is stitched into my shirt
brush the dirt up off my psyche
"Can I get that louder? Let me
years since my father left,
And I just used to say I hate
I miss this nigga like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it,
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
I storm that whole bottle,
I'll show you a role model
I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on
Trying to figure out how and when
the fuck I missed moderate
scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother,
And plus he liked how I rap,
the blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids,
and too white for the blacks
From honor roll to cracking locks
up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained,
and I'm frightened, it's evident
where he hiding all them icicles at?
Through the city with criminals, stealth,
Harder than immigrants work,
"Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush
the dirt up off my psyche
Uh, time lapse, bars rot in heart's
'96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth posse,
With all be longings then toss
Nothing was fucking awesome,
trying to make it from the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as Vince
Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardener
With Keef particles and entering
apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries,
Craven and these Complex fuck
niggas that tracked me down
Just to be the guys that did it,
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 are strained and tightened
Even more than they were be
Been back a week and I already
feel like calling it quits
Through the city with criminals, stealth,
Harder than immigrants work,
"Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt
"Can I get that louder? Let
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