Ayo, ayo, ayo, ay
Oh no no, no no
You don’t even wanna run, uh huh
Ay
Catch me at the corner store, talkin’
Big blunts in the mornin’
At bodegas wit my legs up
Do you kick it back this often?
Got a problem in my noggin
Been thinkin’ bout it all day
Twin bad b#tches, they Morrocan but from Norway, uh
There ain’t no way I ain’t peekin’ you tell me don’t look
Shit, baby got more tings than Asian phonebooks
A left hook, ignore me like the dead would
These women tryna phase me, I’m stone faced like inukshuks
b#tch I’m down to do
Representing everything about the avenue
Got my homies on the jet we flyin’ out at noon
Feed the soul, fingers, marijuana residue
What’s the rest to do?
Tell me what I gotta do
Nothin’ left to prove, nothin’ even left to lose
If the world’s gonna end then tell me what’s the use?
No redos on it, while everybody’s pointing fingers like a whodunnit?
Who done it now?
Cross me, I’m lookin’
So don’t you even try
Chances, I took ’em
And only hope to fly
Big ballin’ we can dream about it every night
Got a calling, I’m blowin’ up in the dynamite
Poetic attacks donning a pen and a pad
What everyone lacks, I got a load in the back
Well god damn, would you look at the irony
Talkin’ sh#t before and then now I see you eyin’ me
A quitter lookin’ helpless, prayin’ up for the next list
Caught ’em clout chasin’ with a dollar store necklace, sh#t
Van Dam in a b#tch, lemme splash ’em with hits
Let ’em throw a hissy fit, when they look at my wrist
I been
Tryna help them find their way, oh
Lost dawg would you come back home?
Come back home? Would you come back home?
I say
Excuses won’t get you paid, true
Then maybe I should come back soon
Come back home to you, oh
b#tch I’m down to do
Representing everything about the avenue
Got my homies on the jet we flyin’ out at noon
Feed the soul, fingers, marijuana residue
What’s the rest to do?
Tell me what I gotta do
Nothin’ left to prove, nothin’ even left to lose
If the world’s gonna end then tell me what’s the use?
No redos on it, while everybody’s pointing fingers like a whodunnit?
Who done it now?
Heard a ring from my phone
Or did I hear it from my head?
Memory gone
I can’t remember what I said
All of these dial tones
Feel like I’m last on the list
But it is what it is
Yeah it is what it is
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