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(album: Feet Of Clay - 2019)

You like Amar'e Stoudemire with dreads
Bobbleheads, chatterboxes flapping but I got a lot 'em fed
Common head cold-level, minor setbacks, minor threats
To blocking it's kinda Steph, step back
Ya shit is not knocking like the feds
Don't get your head cracked lacking common sense
On a whim I felt it, in mi casa you don't got no wins
Just to match the losses I don't have in your gym
Opposites attract opulence, the mud wouldn't stick
The sun make it so my soul's crumbling
They dug it when they was young
More than one hole in one with no mulligan
Selling kids culture with death, circling like carrion
The more the merrier, phone got you living vicarious
I smell it 'cause it's so hot
The veil lifts, the pain salient
Niggas started chopping at the road blocks
As far as tracks, we going off
Brought the stroganoff beef, holy war
You know it's not unique to your boy at all
It's coming out the teeth
Streets flooded like the pants weren't touching the sneak
They rain dancing on this, no, they stomp
On all accounts, paid the cost to see this far
I'm not on board with the board you try and lead me on
I'm pulling strings, it's time to let me off
The cook'll send you
Protect your neck and don't forget the heart
We upper echelon with it, that's what they're checking for
I'm giving a fed a conch for them
I'm ducking when the quiver launch missiles in the dark
Miss me with the glib remarks, switch hitta
Keep the innings long, nigga