through the city with criminal stealth
harder than immigrants work
golf is stitched into my shirt
get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
it's probably been twelve years since my father left
and i just used to say i hate him in dishonest jest
when honestly i miss this nigga
and every time i got the chance to say it i would swallow it
i storm that whole bottle
i'll show you a role model
i'm drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawn
trying to figure out how and when the fuck i missed moderate
momma often was offering peace offerings
scoffing and he's off again
searching for a big brother
the blunted mice in the trap
too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks
from honor roll to to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
i'm scatterbrained and i'm frightened it's evident
and them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at
through the city with criminal stealth
harder than immigrants work
golf is stitched into my shirt
get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
bars rhymin' heart's bottomless pit
was mobbin deep as 96 havoc and prodigy did
we were the potty-mouth 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 keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article
tolerance through boundaries
craven and these complex fuck niggas done track me down
just to be the guys that did it
not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
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 before all of this shit
been back a week and i already feel like calling it quits
through the city with criminal stealth
harder than immigrants work
golf is stitched into my shirt
get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche