Month In Brooklyn

A lot of sample work
Niggas know them samples worth it
Working through my damaged hurt
Working up the canvas
Getting candid before I crash and burn
Knowing that I had to learn this banter
Before I pass the words
Cancelled when I had to put the pencil
To my passive verse
And now I pass the herb
And actively get mad
At when they acting like they had it first
You know I had a verse so personal
And packed with purpose
It packed a punch and made an urge
To get to cracking curses
On his first and last trip
I get the cash and heard it
The only task was "Get a bag, if you can drag it further"
Only mass is why I imagine when I'm actually searching deep
To find what I could keep
Then give some back to you
Oh how I'm meant to make a dent in all these massive rooms
My baby asking me "Your actions take advantage"
You lonely when you gapping on me
Happy when it passes through
I told her I'll get back to you