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Saba;No ID;Joseph Chilliams;Jean Deaux
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Yeah, check, check, check, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Thinking 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 jail, us versus 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 thinking 'bout the dead most times I chill
Like the only thing missing, my God's 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 homies grew up with cellies
I turned my impossible odds more into rarity
How could you believe that there's knowledge that you could tell me?
Don't mistake my being quiet for I'm not ready
Where we come from, you can't be no weak one
They'll poke a hole in a nigga like a Capri Sun
I needed help but didn't receive none
Ain't shit special, this is every evening where we at
I'm the cutest nigga still breathing where we at
All the fast money, it could deceive and where we at
(I would like to present...)
Thinking about mail that could tip up the scale while I tell
Stories, not your typical tales
Planning revenge like a slave on a ship with a cell
Pimping ain't the only niggas that could do it this well
And I no longer walk with my head low
Rest on the other side of the pillow
Cool summer, spent the mall, too simple
Breathe out and breathe again
And you'll no longer walk with your head low
Rest on the other side of the pillow
Cool summer, spent the mall, too simple
I spit a nail to block your coffin if you think I'm getting crossed
Yeah, this Mary keep a MAC until the cheese is getting tossed
It's the second coming, bitch, in case you didn't catch the first
It don't matter who tool it up 'cause no man can see a verse from J.D
Just like a book or two, J.D. like the boogeyman
Might see what that sugar do, 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 will bite when I'm in stink but they ain't got the saber tooth
Cooking niggas, tell me what that flavor do
I'm hungry for a bitch (What that mean?)
I got a taste for you (Damn)
Brick white coupe, angels staying rude (Damn)
With a nigga in a dress, they cannot take the truth (Damn)
But they hated Jesus too, I guess it's déjà vu (Damn)