Man
Lost my dawg in the staircase, took the highest spot on the podium
Ghost niggas probably smokin' to the thought of knowin' us
They lost a part of growin' up
Smartest, learned I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough
Use the clips, ain't used to disrespect, 'cause we carried enough
I promise I buried the grudge, preparing and carrying grub
Larry Hoops, I was lost in the alley, in the air, but now I sunk
I spun to the loss of my grandmama, buried the dunk
Say 'bout a prayer a month, through the above
Niggas moody but they view at the funk
Ain't shit to do, they play with food
They rhyme and Rubik's for fun
But I do what I want, ayy
And I rue what it was later, allude it as such
Confusedly up with paper, I'm shootin' ones with the judges
The same as my brother been with a muzzle, that's from the cradle
So we goin' to the grave with this shit
If we join the second line of ancestors
And hand us a drum, loaded, a second time
Somethin' scary 'bout airin' out the shit I compress
The fair game, the fair now, the cost is
An arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
And all bread to conquest it takes, I'm pawning the rest
My partner, my partner spawned with don in the red
I'm all on they neck, 'til my car parks, pardon it, fresh
Spar with a few niggas, sparkin' that large percentages
All to the wind, the losses come as often as wins
And impossibly thick
Don't got a job, I only ball off pick-six
I ball with fresh niggas, Lowry had shit lit, it's Christmas
Honest but since niggas been lyin', but we ain't gon' mention
Who in the stu' and started sweating', told 'em, "It's the kitchen"
You know the rules, and we know how to shoot the loopholes
Who go boop-a-loop
and my kid n' them got the kin
And you gon' juug a boogaloo
I been spittin' to rhyme the answer non-definitive, I just cramped it
I was gifted with words, feel damned, I took my lungs, my bruises, bruise
What the fuck are you to do?
Every time a nigga didn't spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin'
Harry Potter with the Dub-D's
Magic hands, nigga, want cheese
Had a chance, then it crushed me
We gon' get it by all means
Rest in piece to my Ras G
Raw Fruit in the box, seeds
Let go, then I got wings
I'm seein' red, I'ma charge
You seein' red 'cause you salty
I keep the tears out my mind, reach
I put my fears in a box
Like a prayer that you won't read
Spirited Away, the whole thing
Peerin' away, I won't leave
See you starin' into old beefs
Ticket booths, where they told me
Thickest thorns on the roses
Pistons roarin' like I'm Rasheed
Pistons roarin' like I'm Ben Wallace
Pistons roarin' like Chauncey
Billups, somethin', 'cause I been drivin'
Every time a nigga didn't spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin'
