2010

(альбом: SICK! - 2022)

Huh

I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort
Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs
Bet that, head crack, blunt force
Cozy with the east Africans up north
Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law
Crescent moon wink, when I blinked it was gone
Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword
Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God
'03, momma rocking Liz Claiborne
Had her stressing up the wall playing Mary J. songs
Rainy day came, couldn't rinse the stains off
Long way to go, we already came far
Story stayed the same, it was never made up
Threw me loose change, look at what I made of it
When the mood change, I'ma poker-face 'em
It's a new day, who got all the aces?
Who be folding late? Who know when to play dead?
Who sit up straight when the roof caved in?
Had a full plate, you ain't wanna split it
Tell it to you straight, you ain't wanna listen
Cup runneth over the brim
Bust open, there's no closing the lid
Drumroll, here go my lil' entrance
Gung ho, I'm the one that go get it
Five Os on me like the Olympics
Pure gold, something told me, "Don't mix it"
Caught a feeling, momma had me out Temple
Not religious, we was really out Philly
Living on the fly tryna wing it
We got us a fire to rekindle
Redirect the fight where it's meant for
Triumph over plight and immense loss
Ride alone at night, I get clear thoughts
Caught a couple slights and I veered off
Saw another height, had my ears popping
Walked outside, it was still gorgeous
Sharp incisors reveal slowly

In the dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
Uh, niggas still drumming
Foot shook ground when I stepped on it
Didn't look back when I broke soil
'Cause every time I did it would hurt more
In the dark inside, we was real hungry
On a seven of the five, we was real hungry
And I didn't look back when I broke soil
'Cause every time I did it would hurt more

Alright
Yessir, this nigga spitting
Damn, nigga