I only boast half a ration of palaver matters but one of them the truth they wanted him so
Posters plastered
Goalposts get packed shoulder to shoulder in close but I’m gon shoot
My dice rolls like poems my life and my goals
Isolate roles I soldered them
I’m gon shoulder shit a lil soldier bro since
Sankofa soared the sand smoldering the glass glinting
I had gluts of pads stuffed with staffs dummy raps n a stash of cash
Graft her w a touch of class
Trapped in nasty ruts she asking me to grab n buy her clutches via clutch of ass
Muddied seas monkey see and monkey have
Gotten hung from trees, dashed some dung n laughed
Cunning’s coming back, bloody baskets, as for Magic, some in that
Summon some a those southern souls while u at it
Deepest hole dug n no sun as binding as black is
Take a stroll w a n***a in the dark
Got some dope that come w a slogan scrolled up we finna spark
Everybody know the gurneys snotty noses embark on
All my brothers know my bloody nose is just a part of it I got clumsy soles thumping though like when the thunder roll
Cryocardiac cold like home when the oven
Closed let the sun

What’s the difference? Do what it is give permission to what isn’t?
Is a grin really enough to earn they privilege? What if they woulda told my grandma she was sick for real
Just a cough
Sticky seals
We get caught we still walk we can kneel
You gotta bet them when you dark that you can feel
It’s in red I am the hardest one to kill
Nawfr