[Verse 1: Obii]
Yeah
Who you end and start with
It's hard to win a conflict, they pull you in like guitar riffs
Hit the pedal, make the tar drip
Wrapped around the wheels, rubber charred up
Charging; start up
Duck Hunt, hitting targets propped far up
From the ground like far jump, yeah
At your face mask, mandates, if I eat them I man-ate
Don't gotta pass plates, hang a J over ashtrays; smoldering
Wrote it and got to it
Why you joke with them like you got hope in them?
You yes-manning the niggas you ain't got hope in
Your one here, yes man left the door open
If you ain't working feel the door closing
Caught thе edge with your foot plus let morе go in
Get too tied up to let more roll in
On the road like film, words sundancin
Dark room, hold it to the light to enhance it
Yeah
[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]
Me and shorty used to --- on the cordless
She know the safe behind the portrait
Of my mother looking gorgeous
We all for it, cute stories
How to grind, paid off
I know when niggas can't relate at all
For 82 we bossed stand tall
Ten toes, till my number call
I'll never be the same
My boy ashamed I swore to never feel again
From the grind i watched them leave with everything
I was defeated, the victimhood of treason for no reason
Niggas take what they see fit
And leave you with the rest of it
The children of the morning, are mourning
The sins of the father's before him implore him
To ---
Milk crates ---
The grabba hitting too much fr
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