[Verse 1: Smino]
Where I was growing up
They called coroner
Around the corner
Every morning
Where the fuck Tom Joyner?
No fair, it ain't fair how
The murder rate
Fermanate Ferguson out to Fairground
Shit made me wanna
Sell my soul through the music
Put the streams on water
Ancestors on my head
My uncle my barber
Blood suckas want my bread
So I ordered the garlic
Hustled too hard, these blessings ain't yours
So when I
Pull up and park it, my front seat a toilet
Shit of
Course I'm a target, they hope I get martyred
Lose ya
Corpse in a corporation
Ten years of cooperation
Been wanting to throw bows at Becky
Been wanting to throw jabs at Jason
Gotdamn need a long vacation
Bong rip and a bad bitch
Thick fine with them dimples on it
Love how it shake when it's that thick
Lil' seminar on the simmer down
Feel a lil' more ambitious now
Never doubt what you dream about
Never fear what you feelin' now
Where I was growing up
They called coroner
Around the corner
Every morning
Where the fuck Tom Joyner?
No fair, it ain't fair how
The murder rate
Fermanate Ferguson out to Fairground
Shit made me wanna
Sell my soul through the music
Put the streams on water
Ancestors on my head
My uncle my barber
Blood suckas want my bread
So I ordered the garlic
Hustled too hard, these blessings ain't yours
So when I
Pull up and park it, my front seat a toilet
Shit of
Course I'm a target, they hope I get martyred
Lose ya
Corpse in a corporation
Ten years of cooperation
Been wanting to throw bows at Becky
Been wanting to throw jabs at Jason
Gotdamn need a long vacation
Bong rip and a bad bitch
Thick fine with them dimples on it
Love how it shake when it's that thick
Lil' seminar on the simmer down
Feel a lil' more ambitious now
Never doubt what you dream about
Never fear what you feelin' now
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