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How you know where you really gotta come from just to live life in them long nights When you up cryin′ outta fright that you might never see the day or light again Know the paper white pen runnin' thin I don′t know shit wonder why my nose itch Maybe I've been blowing boat loads of the coke again; sippin' juice an gin Pound another bottle; wallow at the bottom just to write a novel in Half the time that as you asinine ass Dirty motherlovers could ever pass the mile at Crack a smile, laugh Like everybody doin′ on that Instagram plaque Gimme half the fans that, ′em and them have I could make the world give hands and then some I would give my life to get a block of sandstone Give it to people who never got paid ransoms Give to my mama for the shit that she's done Even when the moment seemed bleak weak we were none Weeks that were struck with hunger, somber nights Chardonnay on the night stand, broken lights beats and drums Damn I should′ve gotten beaten some Spittin' tracks by Mac, T9, Run DMC Now everybody wanna be around cause of this apocalypse Get a good look at a real M-C Everybody and their mama pickin′ drama over commas but the traumas way worse When you really got a price to pay In the long run when the songs done Like an instrumental check it like a dental Cause we all got a price to pay Everybody and their mama pickin' drama over commas but the traumas way worse When you really got a price to pay In the long run when the songs done Like an instrumental check it like a dental Cause we all got a price to pay Yeah When I Start to feel low, like a bass note The pen can tell a story better check the page quote When I started a passion I never gained smoke Except for call of duty groupies claiming can′t wrote Write- am I blue am I white Are your shoes, even tight Are they fresh, are they fit Whatever the new word the kids use is I can't follow this shit, bunch of dip-shits Thinkin' shits lit For the gram, for their mom, for their gram For their pa For the first time in your life can you put your phone down at all Can we have a conversation bout the pay rates Maybe wiretapping from the NSA And how they own everything you say And how they know every game you play They on every trace you lay, they own every place you be Trust in me, this bus ain′t free, oh my G Pick your poison, either listen in or skip the noise Hit the ditch or redeploy, pick your choice Speak your voice and keep rejoicing Ain′t nobody wanna be trippin' When they start losing they vision I′m sayin' that this shit is strictly noise I′ve been lifted since the day I heard the Beastie Boys N9ne invented flows that I would speak and it gave me joy Came across Cole, Dizzy and the Bobby Boy Everywhere I go now, baby I'm the choice Lemme bring you right back to it Talkin′ days where I'd act foolish Pack tools just to act cool Leavin' black blue bruises on them whack dudes Who don′t ask you who the fuck you doin′ first Harbor feelings till it feelin' like your stomach burst Yeah, I get that shit But nothin′ hurts more than a won war with someone that never gave bat-shit Everybody and their mama pickin' drama over commas but the traumas way worse When you really got a price to pay In the long run when the songs done Like an instrumental check it like a dental Cause we all got a price to pay Everybody and their mama pickin′ drama over commas but the traumas way worse When you really got a price to pay In the long run when the songs done Like an instrumental check it like a dental Cause we all got a price to pay