383 Myrtle (feat. billy woods)

[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 fuck'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 Fuck 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 Audubon 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 ‎ [Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]