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Sy Ari Da Kid

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(アルバム: The Shadow In The Shade - 2022)


Hello, this is a free call from an inmate at the Cobb County Adult Detention Facility
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Yeah, yeah
Check

Knock, knock, who's there?
The feds coming to take my brother for two years
But who cares? The show must go on
Happy new year
I want what they want, but I want it more
I know you see me fighting at the game like Suns in four
I'm under more scrutiny, we usually punt the ball
But it's fourth and inches and coaches wanna talk, but of course, I didn't
And fuck the court systems and all the prisons
Ironic, he gave his word before he saw a sentence
I'm honest, in Hell's Kitchen, still, I do all the dishes
My kindness got taken for weakness
You ever look in the face of your demons while your son and daughter wanna play
Tryna make up a reason?
It ain't they fault, so pick your head up, son
Lace up your sneakers, we never belong here
'Cause whether you make it to Heaven or not, the devil was born there
Settle the score wherever you saw fear if ever you saw fear
The last time I folded, I was bending a lawn chair
We all clear like skipping through the line at the airport
They all stare 'cause I'm looking younger than I am, I age in dog years
I hate these niggas like Klan members, man, remember
I don't care if you gay, straight, or transgender, beginner
You don't want no static, fix your antenna
Dipset affiliate, I'm still calling Cam Killa
How he a real nigga? He ain't got his mans with him
Not a single person from his fam or kin, I just can't seem to shake hands with him
Lord, forgive me, let's pour some Henny for the ones no longer with me
There's darkness in me, I'm haunted, really
But who don't like horror movies? I walk through 'em
I lyrically painted vivid pictures, that's all proven
You are now e-mailing the first coming of Jon Gruden
Make way, both ways paved, always in the middle
'Cause I never graduated from eighth grade
This for them inmates that's still locked up in a cage
Still betting cigarettes and coffee when they play spades
Still saying, "Ayy," still don't give a fuck what they say
Still want my money on time, not a day late, safe, yeah

Don't forget to say your grace (Don't forget to say your grace)
Money don't sleep, stay awake (One eye open, I owe you one, nigga, I owe you two)
Don't speak on another man, that ain't your place (Uh-uh, The Butcher comin')
Say your grace

She stayed a week with me at the Regency
My driver waiting conveniently
I set the pace, then I easily dominate it
Is these rappers real? (Uh)
I never speak in these conversations, I'm biased (Not me)
I had a key for them BET nominations
We not equivalent
Being a street nigga don't make you real as this (Nah)
Tell me how when you not as comfortable in your skin as this
Our society, but without the fame, they ain't gonna set me (No)
I made some friends after them championship games, rain that confetti
But I'ma lose 'em when I pull up back home in that Scaglietti (Skrrt)
They think the drug dealing me still alive like Machiavelli (Damn)
So if rap got a title, most likely, it gotta be his (Bitch)
All honesty mixed with quality kids, I'm not into trends (Uh-uh)
When will this cocky shit end? (When?) Look at how sloppy I is (I'm just trippin')
I'm lane shopping, browsing hoods I could buy some property in (Yeah)
I took a couple rappers' spots, and I'm not sorry I did (Fuck 'em)
I got this money quietly like I'm Sy Ari da Kid
The Butcher, nigga (Ah)

It's crazy
Don't forget to say your grace
Money don't sleep, stay awake
Don't speak on another man, that ain't your place
Yeah, say your grace, nigga

Say your grace, nigga
Say your grace
Say that

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