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[Intro: Saba] Yeah, check-check-check [Verse 1: Saba] Thinkin' about mail that could tip up the scale while I tell Stories not your typical tales One leave you dead, or in prison or jail We all jailed, us vers' life itself I had visions of a hill where God got killed Said I had a panic attack and told me that's not real I be thinkin' 'bout the dead, most times I chill Like the only thing missing, my guys not here To the people who listen to any line I share I gotta say "Thank you, and you're welcome" I grew up a scholar, my homes grew up with cellys I turned my impossible odds more into ready How could you believe that there's knowledge that you could tell me? Don't mistake my being quiet for "I'm not ready" [Verse 2: Joseph Chilliams & Saba] Where we come from, you can't be no weak one They poke a hole in a nigga like a Capri-Sun I needed help, I didn't receive none Ain't shit special, this is every evening where we at I'm the cutest nigga still breathin' where we at All the fast money, it get deceiving where we at (I would like to present) Thinkin' about mail that could tip up the scale while I tell Stories not your typical tales I need revenge like a slave on a ship with a sale Pivot Gang the only niggas that could do it this well [Bridge: Saba] And I no longer walk with my head low Rushed on the outside, appear low Cool songs feel the most, simple Breathe out and breathe again, ayo No longer walk with your head low Rushed on the outside, appear low Cool songs feel the most, simple [Verse 3: Jean Deaux] I split the nail to black your coffin, if you think I'm gettin' crossed Yeah, this Mary keep a MAC until the cheese is gettin' tossed It's the second coming, bitch, in case you didn't catch the first It don't matter who tune it up, 'cause no man can see a verse from JD Just like a book or two, JD like the boogeyman Why's he with that sugar dude? All these glass ceilings, who knows if it's really bulletproof Cut just like the carpenter, fuck what you bitches wouldn't do Alright, bitch, my paper due Y'all hope I will not mistake, but they ain't got the saber tooth Cook a nigga, tell me what that flavor do I'm hungry for a bitch (What that mean?) I got a taste for you (Damn) Red, white coupe, angels stay en route (Damn) But this nigga in a dress, they can not take the truth (Damn) But they hated Jesus too, I guess it's déjà vu (Damn)