[Verse: YUNGMORPHEUS]
Them niggas turncoats, left with all my dollars
I was burning on the dope, tryna find solace
They threaten with me with the rope, I walk violent
I was in the chokehold, y'all was all silent (It was y'all)
I had gained new strengths in a major way
Tryna hold all the cake in a major way
I kept it quiet, most these niggas pay to play
How you told me keep goin' but you left today?
Barely rhyme about love 'cause it did me dirty (Dirty)
Hope I got a lil' cheese when I'm hittin' 30
Asked if I was good, knowin' that a nigga hurtin'
Pass the wood to myself in this lil' circus
[?] in the black car, call her Mr. Perfect
Mow the backyard just to clip thе surface
I was tryna make a name off'a diffеrent verses
Started writin' for myself, asking if it's worth it (Is it worth it?)
Who you tryna raise your voice with, talk nice
One man [?], water all dicey
Slapped his patna in his face, he was 5'3"
I already know that these crackers gon' try me (Yeah)
Loose goose shot the deuce deuce
All you niggas sound the same, I can't tell who's who
Back when I was 13, I was bumpin' Juice Crew
Yeah, uh huh, bumpin' Juice Crew
All you niggas sound the same, I can't tell who's who
Loose goose shot the deuce deuce
All you niggas sound the same, I can't tell who's who
All you niggas sound the same, I can't tell who's who
[Outro: YUNGMORPHEUS, Claude McKay]
It's just a fact nigga, get your own shit
Yeah
The Tropics Of New York
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger root
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears
And tangerines and mangoes and grapefruit
Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs
Sat in the window, bringing memories
Of fruit-trees laden by low-singing rills
And dewy dawns, and mystical, blue skies
In benediction over nun-like hills
My eyes grow dim, and I could no more gaze
A wave of longing through my body swept
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways
I turned aside and bowed my head and wept
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