If He Holla

[Verse 1: E L U C I D] Quartered off the block, self propped up with unbearable lightness Deadstock box on ice to be thawed in a time of crisis Grab a mop Lord, five swipe daily make more righteous hypebeasts Rappers on High Street, blind priests, no DOB on the ID She rock a thousand dollar weave, her services are well appointed Only foots of Night see touch not my anointed You got the motherfuckin' coin but never seemed it was short You can't afford to credibly question what is the law, toys gettin' shorted Under couple boards broke out extortion More of a science, slash to glory in violence forces I feel so so so so so so so important Warning, void the sale, golden feathers weights and scale Hold my leather, offshore tax shelter, eat a dick my nig' St. Louis rip, grease shine his lip, fix your momma wig Hop otherwise on skids, thistler on the roof, there's one in every family Next year I'm bringing home the cream hands free Plan B, C, and D land speed Drug B, Bill Cook juice, reptile skin on feet Well, when the praises go up it be raining gold teeth there, POV I ain't make the rules I ain't make the rules [Verse 2: billy woods] Your God is distant Your father never listen God forbid your father missin', had to do wrong off of intuition Son ask what I be doing in the kitchen Kid I'm trying to beat the fucking system Came home staring a thousand yards in the distance (Gone fishin') Kronos swallow stones during interdiction, the bitch bewitching Zeus lay low face like he ain't going back to prison Now we in the weeds where ordinary turn hard to believe Told my mentee "trees used to have stems and seeds" Lookin' at me crazy, nah I'm fucking with you B You know me I grew up at the reaper knee Paperwork said they found residue on the beats We all watched the widow weep just to be sure I was eleven with the widow's peak almost relieved he was gone Gutted they don't want that realness When cousins and uncles caught the illness Gone to Thanksgiving lying, dying, trying Trapped animals stale, stole shocked it You want a sick verse buddy you got it Off message even when I'm on topic [Verse 3: Skech185] My aunt was 700 miles away from my father when his sister died Was told he stared into space numb Was told to save my money and not to come Better hold a stoneface in place of leisure Please tell me about your vacation So I can paste my face in it In moments of pain and isolation My mother lost a close friend She sat with her and watched her fade Funny the same man who failed with a screwdriver succeeded with AIDS And that makes a protest or t-shirt meaningless I stretched out both hands to prepare for weapon stress I fight everyday to die as an old man At the pace of a headache and an ounce of blood Word to my liver This cocktail's the only thing that keeps me from killing you niggas Damn that site passed on your album (it did?) My people keep getting executed (they are?) But I need to lower my volume because I'm too black to surround [unintelligibly fades out]