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I sip the Henny white
Listen in, write, and share knowledge
And pour more, 'cause I got a case
In a spare closet
My talk walks, all through the tape
But we sharin' product
.44's all on they waist
They hear him wildin'
They corridors turn to a Range
With spare mileage
The speakers and doors upgrade
You hear the pockets
"Alhamdulillah' all in my tape
I talk Goddish
But still talk bitches and BAPE
And support thotting, heh!
Contradictions
Grew up with a couple pots to piss in
My parents was split
So I was drifting, heh
You drift to whatever you seen before
I drift over letters like Ouija boards
You thinking Hasbro
I'm thinking the back door
Boarded when the FED come
And Chris and Snoop with a nail gun
Fair none, hear none, worth in
Being involved
They fear me like Sheila Salaam
Seen it all
I mean, Thank God for bank cards
And crash readers
Knick game, all black sneakers
Yellow chain, floor seats
Cameras on me and Bay Frazier
My Jordan III's might break up the layup
And still flourish like I'm starving
Shuttlesworth stardom
I'm usually in 'The Garden'
I ain't too hard to find
And know whenever you carvin' mine
A double entendre's
A two-part rewind
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
(Who's world is this?)
Don't matter, I could finesse it
'Cause if they can't answer you that?
They outta the question
And if they can't hand you it back?
Stop suggestin'
Either that, or they can get back
To finding an exit
Sitting in the front of the plane
Ghostwriting for, pick a name
And another name
One in the same!
And my OG's would give us jewelry
Under they rap sheet
And me and my wisdom
Blow jewelry money
At Patsy's, heh!
Wisdom be leaking out my grateful troop
But they don't break through to you
Until that pays? You through
'Cause know that if I wasn't writing it for them
You seen 'em sketch me
If I tell it, then y'all bet it
I'm Ian Begley
Rap shit started at 9
On class walks
And now it's me and and another 9
On the blackboard
Ask for him, he could rhyme of his ass
Bet he rhyme off his ass
And "Lex Steele it"
How he slide in the stash
Meanwhile, me and A debating
On early Nas
And talking 'bout how we first 'linked'
Like calling cards
Back when he called me over
Off the gold on my Nike's
Regretted lettin' me play
My crossover was nice
Chicken wings, fried rice
Like I'm still 16
And I don't get called for features
'Cause kill 16's
That's word to my man Joell
This rap shit's a buncha 'oh-well's'
Fuck whatever I don't sell
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
Bet I finesse everything
