[Billy Woods]

Walking down them same hallways
Seeing them same faces...
Trying to figure out how you ended up back
In the same place you said you weren't
Never going back to...
Well, it ain't like it's a complicated story...

[Privilege]

Name, Boy

[Billy Woods]

William Woods, esquire

[Privilege]

Occupation?

[Verse 1: Billy Woods]

Black survivor, dry goods
Purveyor of that fire
Sometimes minimal wage earner
Menial worker rhyme sayer for hire;
Dodge City, August 1999, hot than a mug
AC broke sweating the time
Waiting for these drugs, biting my nails
Daydreaming weights and scales
Big sales, fuck retail, yadda yadda
Type scheming that'll keep me out of jail
Eating proper
Got half now, so just
Front me 2 of them thangs
So I can take one to the brain
A hundred degrees my nigga
We praying for rain, praying for rain
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