Chum

Something sinister to it

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)

It's probably been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless

And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jest

When honestly, I just miss this ****, like when I was six

And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it

Sixteen, 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, scoffing, and he's off again

Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that

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 cracking locks up off them bicycle racks

I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's evident

In them eyes, where he hiding all them icicles at

Something sinister to it

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)

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 them 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 spliff

With keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article

Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now

Craven and these Complex fuck **** done track me down

Just to be the guys who did it, like, "I like attention"

Not the type where **** 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

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)