[Verse] My whole disposition like Fuck who told me to sit Ten toes on the cement Lil weed in my socks Send dudes songs to repent Clean up my thoughts We in a box See a lot of niggas talk On the bench A lotta father figures followin' trends I ain't involved with 'em Lemmings like to fall off of cliffs And bring they squad with 'em I see God in the mirror drinking I tee off when the spirit hit me And I don't fear the ending I feel the envy I listen to my past when it whisper to me Half of it makes sense My nigga half of it riddles to me Moses with a makeshift staff Sending ripples through ya And through the land And the river been a plan But when I go to grab it slither out my hand So on my other hand I been handling business Kinda shabby but my momma told me man up It's now Popeye with the anchor tats And the spinach Finna spazz on a nigga if I have to Wrist takers, no Satan, new dance moves It could be your last move Hard to see the glass half full When you don't have food Wrist dangling like black fruit
[Hook] Crossing all my T's And I'm dotting all my I's Gotta watch out for debris When it's fallin' down As far as I can see I done confronted all the shit I couldn't walk around Keep a piece when you on the ground Leakin', you hard as Hell Keep some wind in my sails Walkin' down La Brea Name ringin' a bells like we got some mail
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