Credits
Lyrics
Woke up from a nightmare twice before the sun rose
Every time I write it's laundry day the way it unfolds
Piece tucked, sneaking through a crowd that's when he unload
On innocence, hole in his heart bigger than Pun clothes
Living with a different calling, police at front doors
Banging more than colors, rainbows, can't jump those
Wish that I could talk to Rosa, maybe have some blunts rolled
She could tell me how it really feel to sit in front rows
Made from a different cloth, why we need to stunt clothes?
Last time he seen his daughter she was just a month old
I feel for Tone, probably why I'm scared to have my own
Family only matter, when the television's on
It's hella kids grown, childhood abandonment
News tell us anything, never been a fan of it
I don't sell dope but everyone around me does
Hardly wear red but everyone around me blood
Talking to a youngster on the street
Asking for a couple dollars just so he can eat
I probably would've gave him some if I had it
I mean I got a 20 on me, but I need it for my habit
The rabbit try to run game, especially on a tortoise
Layaway momma way to say she can't afford this
2-28 She still thankful, what the stork sent
Try to see me but they don't, Mr. Wilkins orchid
Need a pick me up, Long Island or a forklift
Life a game, devil tryna convince me to forfeit
Was in a lodge for weeks, had a dream Martin hit the weed
Hit the podium and then forgot his speech
Ain't talking Houston when I say I'm where the Rockets reach
Walking round with my chest out like it's a topless beach
Thoughts in my head I do not release
When they finally get it they listen like when Obama speak
You know it's bad to turn your work in when it's not complete
That's how I see you ****, weak as fuck, why compete?
Let me rock this beat easier than college freaks
Used to run through lifestyles, I was Robin Leach
Say they kings, **** so was Oden Polynice
Was turf dancing in Steve Madden's and Wallabies
I took it back with that, free Jack, I heard he home
Got that Cal Watson flesh with some birdie bones
In any hood I'm Jim Boeheim, I learn the zone
I'm going in like I got pulled over with dirty chrome
I had curve and chrome, cope had me drinking Goose
Will about as high as an alley that I was throwing deuce
In high school I needed a zoot suit and long chain
Eastmont ain't been the same since the mall changed
That's a random fact but fuck it let me vent a few
Only time a good year for you is when a blimp done flew
So high I'm driving with my hands at 10 and 2
Money in the ceiling, my bad, I had to win for loot
Ya dig?
