Chum

Something sinister to it The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving Through the city with criminals 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, psyche, psyche Can I get that, loud- Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder 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 16, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model Drunk pissy pissing on somebody's front lawn Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate Mama often was offering peace offerings Think, wheeze, cough, scoffin' and he's off again Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that 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 crackin' locks up off them bicycle racks I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened It's evident in them eyes, where you hiding all them icicles at Something sinister to it The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving Through the city with criminals 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, psyche, psyche Can I get that, loud- Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder Time-lapse, 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 His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnish his spliffs With Keef particles and entering apartments through 'zine articles Tolerance through boundaries, I know you happy now Craven and these Complex fuck niggas done track 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 I'm 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 before all of this shit Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits Something sinister to it The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving Through the city with criminals 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, psyche, psyche Can I get that, loud- Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder