[Verse 1: Saba]
Uh, fake girls callin' me by my real name
Real people fuck with me 'cause I feel pain
Am I insane
For thinkin' that it's possible for me to blow up and I ain't deal 'caine?
I'm from the same street that foenem on, grew up on
That corner like they foundation is more like a cornerstone
Well wishes like a quarter thrown, even if it's sorta wrong
I'm 'bout to take it back like the waiter got your order wrong, crack epidemic
Fast forward thirty years, rap epidemic
Fashion and linen, fast-bitten rhythm
I'm from the D, that's division, they put my nigga in prison
He wrote me every month and told me I'ma get it
I don't need your opinion, you don't gotta believe in me
It's niggas that'll bleed for me, the same go equally
Black opps lurkin' like COD and white cops wanna kill me
Only cause I'm a Black boy
The only rap boy that spit facts and I factoid
They kill niggas for they Concords
Me? I'm just tryin' to go on tour
My niggas comin' up with me like we carpool
To Toronto to something you'll all know
To something that you'll all know, uh
[Verse 2: LEGIT]
You must got your finger pricked on a spindle
Friends call me L'z, but you can call me Vincenzo
Minus the Uzi and kitchen, I'm on a mission 'til it's
Breakfast at Wimbledon, turkey sausage and French toast
With all my niggas, I swear I tell 'em we this close
You need a dollar, I got ya, spot ya like Glenn Close
I'm twenty-two with dreams of payin' off them Benz notes
They pulled me over, L'z suspended, damn, I didn't know
Didn't matter, cuffed to a banister, finger prints on a scanner
Most niggas that talk about shootin' dudes is actors
To keep it real, you probably hard as Chutes and Ladders
My next shit a brick of piff, you smell it through the plastic
Sonnin' all you bastards and you gon' meet the parents like a male nurse
'Cause when it come to these sixteens, I'm well-versed
Few thousand fans in one room, we send that bitch to the moon
Remind me to let you know if the hammer fell first, they probably yell, "Church"
But I might show up to the function in a tinted Hummer
With a Zoe Saldana, just left Benihana's
Might cut her off right after summer, I don't really want her
Keep it a hundred, she just a prima donna that's on a scholarship
Say she do this as often as the apocalypse
I told her save that shit to a floppy disk
Girl, save that shit to a floppy disk, yeah
Uh, fake girls callin' me by my real name
Real people fuck with me 'cause I feel pain
Am I insane
For thinkin' that it's possible for me to blow up and I ain't deal 'caine?
I'm from the same street that foenem on, grew up on
That corner like they foundation is more like a cornerstone
Well wishes like a quarter thrown, even if it's sorta wrong
I'm 'bout to take it back like the waiter got your order wrong, crack epidemic
Fast forward thirty years, rap epidemic
Fashion and linen, fast-bitten rhythm
I'm from the D, that's division, they put my nigga in prison
He wrote me every month and told me I'ma get it
I don't need your opinion, you don't gotta believe in me
It's niggas that'll bleed for me, the same go equally
Black opps lurkin' like COD and white cops wanna kill me
Only cause I'm a Black boy
The only rap boy that spit facts and I factoid
They kill niggas for they Concords
Me? I'm just tryin' to go on tour
My niggas comin' up with me like we carpool
To Toronto to something you'll all know
To something that you'll all know, uh
[Verse 2: LEGIT]
You must got your finger pricked on a spindle
Friends call me L'z, but you can call me Vincenzo
Minus the Uzi and kitchen, I'm on a mission 'til it's
Breakfast at Wimbledon, turkey sausage and French toast
With all my niggas, I swear I tell 'em we this close
You need a dollar, I got ya, spot ya like Glenn Close
I'm twenty-two with dreams of payin' off them Benz notes
They pulled me over, L'z suspended, damn, I didn't know
Didn't matter, cuffed to a banister, finger prints on a scanner
Most niggas that talk about shootin' dudes is actors
To keep it real, you probably hard as Chutes and Ladders
My next shit a brick of piff, you smell it through the plastic
Sonnin' all you bastards and you gon' meet the parents like a male nurse
'Cause when it come to these sixteens, I'm well-versed
Few thousand fans in one room, we send that bitch to the moon
Remind me to let you know if the hammer fell first, they probably yell, "Church"
But I might show up to the function in a tinted Hummer
With a Zoe Saldana, just left Benihana's
Might cut her off right after summer, I don't really want her
Keep it a hundred, she just a prima donna that's on a scholarship
Say she do this as often as the apocalypse
I told her save that shit to a floppy disk
Girl, save that shit to a floppy disk, yeah
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