Ok Take 113 Also I wanna say yeah this is crazy Right Okay this is starting on line 1 with Thomas, on 5th of October, here we go Heavy is the neck that wears the chain Gripping this grain Tryna maintain Feeling this weed through the blood to my brain Writing these lyrics in the back of the train Tryna sustain Through the pain Been smoking and drinking a little more than I should And I would do better but I'm human Eyes on me like I'm Truman Escape through the page Contemplating my age Poetic justice For those who trust us I ain't tryna beat em no we just us Watch the gat bust We get bread you get crust Love is a must World we live in is fucked up Switch the position On another mission Now peep diction It's far from fiction Far from accessible Want beef? End up like a vegetable A hundred and fifty thousand people is at the festival Black proud and louder than decibels Bullshit no I'm not susceptible It's not acceptable The bitch in me is undetectable I'm too respectable Conceptual my albums be In the studio til round about three Never paid a fee You fuckin with me? Get it for free Now let it breathe Murdering it with ease Peep the prestige I spit degrees Your shit freeze If I had a, had a penny for my thoughts, then I'd be Elon Musk Rappin' from dawn till dusk, you know in Dilla we trust Hits never went to my head, I was never concussed Givin' no fucks, bumpin' Busta Genesis Waitin' for the first of the month and all of its benefits Life been a bitch, chillin' with Mad Eleven, tryna get richer Rather get richer, fuck the paper talkin', bigger picture Comin' to get ya, now let me hit ya wit' that throwback The illest memories, PS3 when grenades was gettin' thrown back Modern Warfare 2 at the favela Was my escape when I wasn't scrubbin' floors like Cinderella No glass slipper, pass me the mic, I go Jack The Ripper I'm sicker than COVID-20, fuck all the money I'm doin' it how I've been doin' it, ain't nobody takin' it from me I grew up five hundred and fifteen miles from Seven Mile But this beat got me feelin' slummy, dummy, ay listen I never passed 10th grade but I still get the rent paid You fake, I be real like Cypress Hill You fake motherfuckers, I can see through you My game's strong, y'all weak like five plus two Bust through the door then rush through Gettin' this bread 'cause the people fuck with it Your whole shit's stale, wouldn't feed ducks with it I make firm decisions like a legend stater My briefcase Italian leather, my loafers is alligator My bank account is greater but none of them numbers define me Fuck rap, put it behind me, don't try me, y'all too grimy Smokin' cigs after dark, we call it Nic At Night Spark the blunt, watch the Bic ignite, fuck your life Think you could body me, bitch? You couldn't even limb me, I'm smokin' dope like a chimney I been me