[Intro: billy woods]
Yeah, it ain't
It ain’t no free rides, man

[Verse 1: billy woods]
For all my pretension, still mix up tenses
Thought I was pensive, til' you seen the light on the pen tip
Hypertensive
This thing of ours, it's no pensions
Jay said "I’m bout a dollar, what the f**k's this 50 cent sh*t?"
Shakespearean vengeance
Rest assured, there's curtains at the ending
Don't talk about love, love that shit expensive
You don't know what it cost just to keep the friendship
HBO original print hanging near the entrance
Foyer, if you prefеr
Freight paid by ghosts sittin' top those benchеs
Died deep in the trenches, they got stripes and tin metals
You chuckle but time turned many a pot to a kettle
Regardless, kept the balance in a ledger
F**k a stash, life and death top drawer of the dresser
Everybody gots to go, but yo no pressure
Took the lectern at the lecture
Half hoping for Malcolm at the Autobahn but nobody made the effort
Modern day christ waitin' for the Romans every night
They never came, worked a 9-to-5 his whole life
Died once, feeling cheated
Couldn't put his finger on it
Operation Stackola over the chronic
Just my two cents, pay no mind, it costs you nothing
But maybe you gotta come outta pocket to appreciate something
The numbers wasn’t what you expected to see, huh?
Sometimes it’s C.O.D
Sometimes you pay years later in ways you never even dreamed