What you see is what you get No time for talking plays, less we talking bout the Ritz Nigga better run my fade, I ain't tryna mix a bitch But he moving like a stray, Imma stomp him in some Timbs Youse a pungent nigga, he like fungus like Cordyceps Youngin' nigga, he ain't made it off that porch yet Pumping triggers robbing niggas off of City Ave Hungry niggas, bitch I'm starving like a skinny man I know some straight niggas more suspect than gay niggas Bay niggas, might just pack you up, close case niggas Eight figures, on my will there's no fake niggas Got no fake niggas on my will In the jury, only time when I'm seeing court Niggas don't abort, in a hurry gotta keep it short Nigga play your part, stick the story ain't no switching up Phasing through the mirror, ain't nobody I can even trust Ain't nobody I can even trust Ain't nobody I can even say Niggas jumping ain't no mystery Nigga whats the source, bitch of course, up on Channel 3 Ain't nobody I can even trust Ain't nobody I can even say Niggas jumping ain't no mystery Nigga whats the source, bitch of course, up on Channel 3 When they killed my brother, nigga I was fucking angry Killed him over weed, what's the point shit was fucking crazy Niggas still amaze me, in my room constant contemplating In the airport, tears running ain't nowhere escaping What's the killing worth, rest in peace Johnny Killingsworth Tears upon my shirt, sit in silence as my stomach turns To whom it may concern, it's no wonder where these feelings bloom If you ain't from Philly, wish you well hope I see you soon Ain't nobody I can even trust Ain't nobody I can even say Niggas jumping ain't no mystery Nigga whats the source, bitch of course, up on Channel 3 Ain't nobody I can even trust Ain't nobody I can even say Niggas jumping what's the mystery Nigga whats the source, bitch of course, up on Channel 3

Moved a couple trays cause we boys in the hood Shot a couple rickys, slimmed a couple jimmies Ashed a couple niggas, you would’ve thought he was wood Y’all niggas morphine addicts real tragic he was slanging some coke White woman dressed in red she been playing ya nose We don’t play fair nigga he still changing the score I don’t play in the snow East coast gorilla in the zoo playing my role Same place they kept ODB, life still chose me How you test that shit, you love tasting the rock How you stay on the block, after drive-bys nigga look they came in the dark Fuck a thief in the night that shit came all apart Shit was a inside job ya main man just playing his part Now he came in the dark Might choke a fed cause I love the way the blood sheds Now I’m cloaked in all red like Young Thug is I was up in Norristown Then was up in King of Prussia, youngins out there going round Whitey coppin hella pressure, smoke that blunt Nah nigga smoke that blunt That shit been laced with rocks, I’m bout to shake and run, shit

Yeah I was an optimist, primal with my rage Nigga fuck the government, I’m breaking out my cage I’m like the tiger king, but I want the mink Hotline phone buzzing with the cuban link Outside the corner store with a blue calypso Last known unknown nobody even miss him 01’ baby but I’m moving like its 93’ Fuck a finders fee, try to book me ain’t no finding me Often overlooked but that’t the irony I’m crossing through a river, swimming through the trench Life’s a little dimmer, has a certain stench Saying rip my niggas, still posted on this corner Packed a couple rolls cause I’m a full time stoner Heart made of stone, but my rhymes made of gold Now its time to shine, nobody even knows shit Fuck being moody, I’m out my ‘Blue Period’ Hope nobody shoot me, I’ll try to keep it serious Check the resume, ain’t nobody beating me Better thank your angels son for them to lead to me Posted by the corner store, bacon egg and cheese Cant forget the sour cream you know I like it oniony Selling mad bricks with a black fit starter cap Started back at Brini, blue tops had to auction that Niggas copping pleas, I’m out here slanging ivory Flows like water, captain of the open seas Chose your daughter, captain of the ovaries Open season in that pussy fucking off the ecstasy Standing by the corner store with a blue calypso Heading down Broad Street with my blue calypso Bumping out the Audi with a blue calypso Niggas down in Center City with the blue calypsos Standing by the corner store with a blue calypso Heading down Broad Street with my blue calypso Bumping out the Audi with a blue calypso Niggas down in Center City with the blue calypsos

I cannot settle for a check, I gotta leave an impact No cash when I come to collect, no stress when I answer yo text We rolling but I cannot match I’m chilling with my nigga Smokey, nigga don’t rush me we bout to relax My motions be acting so faded, dynamic functions when I’m in the basement But lately I’m thinking bout famous, sunny encounters when I’m on vacation No fax, I’m in the back Smoking on pressure, straight grabba like Jax Hanging with Worst Gen, mind on attack Try me like Issac, I’m shooting like Shaft I’m smoking on Cubans Couple shawties in the back I’m feeling like Scarface, tiger stripes on my back I’m smoking on Doja, bald bitch pussy cat I’m drilling like Sosa, we ain’t getting in all of that Ew, mind at a ease I’m cleansing my chakras, kiss of death for ya eve We blazing like saunas, After Hours on The Weeknd Baby Momma steady tweaking, Luther Van gimme reasons Applying pressure on the seasons Changing my sound cause I ain’t never peaking Shit I get around, while cooking at functions when I’m in your town Ain’t calling my bluffing for now I lay it up when I’m dunking on pounds I spread em out when I’m making my rounds I speed it up like I’m breaking the sound I’m smoking on Cubans Couple shawties in the back I’m feeling like Scarface, tiger stripes on my back I’m smoking on Doja, bald bitch pussy cat I’m drilling like Sosa, we ain’t getting in all of that

Everybody gotta eat, said everybody gotta eat No matter if the fiends, if you walking down the street I got my hand out, but I ain't thinking about the team I better stand out, cause I ain't ate in about a week I'm going through these beats, thank Josh cause I needed that Down in Center City, thank God I ain't eating rats City looking pretty through my eyes, ain't no beating that Down at Cira Green, in the sky you gonna need a map Yeah, you gonna need a map Welcome to my city no surprise you niggas getting taxed Nigga better break some bread Can't forget your friends, we're going downtown Nigga better make amends Cant forget the ends, we're going down, down Nigga better break some bread Can't forget your friends, we're going downtown Nigga better make amends Cant forget the ends, we're going down down Look, y'all niggas washed up Thinking you could keep up, but really you just watch us Yeah, kingdom of the gods I got the key to my city jumping, fuck a fake assumption Feed my family, can't forget my cousins Might invest in 'ALDI' Reap the bennys, hit the function, then I get to stunting Who said Korban ain't a hood nigga Cause I read a book nigga, page you outta look nigga Got no hand outs, In my pocket pull a band out Think I'm about to cash out, sorry think I'm assed out Chase a bag in your free time Maybe you could see mines, rap is on the decline Guess I'm not the hottest topic Better check the optics, money falling out my pockets So sorry nigga I ain't got it So sorry nigga I ain't popping Unapologetic about my rhymes, I ain't stopping How you asking for a handout It ain't easy fucking rapping, bitch I gotta standout I gotta, outta You wouldn't get it if you tried, how about you see it through my eyes Wait never mind You wouldn't get it you not my kind So my nigga you better back up, fore my nigga you getting smacked up City boy I'm about to act up, you disappear you can't ask us

Culture vultures feasting on my brother’s corpse Emotional struggles my shoulders weighing on In a different world I’m in Topanga’s arms It’s me against the world I’ll wear my coat of arms I’ll go to war while you just warm the bench Leaves no impact cause you ain’t set that trend Down at Rittenhouse I see them crackers lurking Left my niggas in the shadow zero friends Communication half the battle, but I won’t interfere In my mental there’s a stratal, a rocky atmosphere Between the cancer and the murder, I’ve turned to petty care I’m going mad change the channel, I just sit and stare Took the harmony left me feeling empty Took a part of me that I could never ever get back Whether it’s a flashback or a text back Shit never worked out, I can never stretch that I can never stress that Tried to keep it thurl with my niggas but I ain’t seeking peace Puts my mind in a hurdle, a modern tapestry Posted on the wall my mind a fantasy Complex patterns I call them distant memories Overshadow burdens, trust vanished certain Unfolding like a center fold, now I’m feeling worthless Transactional outlets my music’s losing focus Akin to my brother’s mess, but he ain’t never chose this

Said where have you been Said where did you go ma Said where did have you been Said where did you go ma Said where have you been Said where did you go ma Said where have you been Said where did you go ma I been swimming in the ocean, moving out my hometown Dealing with folks, I’ve been getting that motion, I’m chasing that cream Porsche whips like whipped cream Dime a dozen what a bitch need Big boy on the big screen Touch bricks not a touch screen, I’ve touched keys Bitch im Richard Pryor dealing with my priors Phantom of attire, Omar from the wire, niggas always lying Always implying shit Niggas always out here dying and shit Same story but a different reader, silhouettes for a señorita Cigarettes for my black lungs Got a blunt for my real ones Gone not forgotten, till death till we rotten Swan song straight from the fountain Pour a bottle man, pour that bottle Topside bottoms up, watch it how she spit and swallow Said where have you been Said where did you go ma Said where did have you been

Me and my nigga we like Tyler and Earl World kept spinning around till it started making me hurl, really I wish the best now that my nigga really moving on Shake his hand right after playing this song that’s real Six deep niggas in a Cadillac tweaked Smoking on that spliff got a nigga mind feeling freed Not in the streets locked up past a quarter three Fuck the police my niggas out here tryna get some cheese In a street fight niggas tryna breed life Earth at My Feet niggas died now I chief twice One in the morning and another in the afternoon Like it’s a sermon roll that paper past a quarter two Followed those gimmicks and my ego had to play it’s part Yeah I was tripping but really I just followed heart Can you really blame me I just lived in the dark Followed my shadow to hell had to live with that spark, really And I’m just living on that playing field Niggas rather tear it down niggas never really build And I’m just laying on that playing field For real, check Yeah And I’m just living on that playing field Niggas rather tear it down Niggas never build And I’m just laying on that playing field For real, yeah Niggas out here playing with death You swimming for real son you out here playing with depths Shark bait for real you out here breaking a sweat I’m chilling by the ocean I’m out here bringing a map, and I’m just And I’m just living on that playing field Niggas rather tear it down niggas never really build And I’m just laying on that playing field For real, check Yeah And I’m just living on that playing field Niggas rather tear it down Niggas never build And I’m just laying on that playing field For real, yeah

Silence in an echo chamber, got a text I'll answer later Couple missed calls, to be honest busy getting faded Niggas want attention, couldn't bother life is what I make it Couldn't have a father of my own, gotta take that placement Lot of MCs, but nobody could ever take my place Rapping in this game, long term half a decade Couple gold medals on my wall, y'all still in last place I'm so appalled like, what would Kanye say If a rebel soldier on the line would you still hang up Niggas left me hanging, and they claiming that's a switch up Nigga that's a lay up Pillow talking expertise, now nigga run my fade up Fuck it lets' just blaze up, looking at my scrapbook Couldn't ever phase us, money out my satchel Better pay the weed man, whipping out my tax book Better do what we can, do the math don't add up, shit Shit if I had a time machine I'd hit the dial, see the future but I don't see a thing Just a black screen, but if you ask me If I walk this road, looking back don't thrash me I made some stupid choices, but if I made a change Would I still be the man, would I still be the same But shit who be to blame, I'm beating on some drums I gotta bleed the sound, I gotta weed the earth But shit don't be a flirt, shit don't be a stranger If you need some help, call me if you in danger But if you need a friend, shit I'm not involved I gotta see the world, I gotta be my own Wrapping up cannabis, sipping on Sierra Mist Fanta soda, purple mix, in the waters deep abyss Word my nigga Viv, so my brother gotta handle it Candle water, laxatives, pen and paper in my fist Shit if you wanna link up Catch me at a better time, guess we couldn't sync up Bitch I feel like Spiderman If he had the black suit, Venom all in my command Change the channel off of Channel 3 Picking up the scrapbook, walking through my memories Seen a photo of my grandma, tears rushing down my cheek line Couldn't cope so I wrote lines, 'Tin Man' that's a masterpiece, wouldn't change that album actually If I seen her face when it dropped, knew I made her proud Looking out the clouds, cloud puff, then I pass around Yeah we got some vices Yeah we got our things, but don't lose your worth Don't do it if your hope fades, we all got a certain choice If the heavens looking down Better put your heads up, If nobody comes around Better keep your head up Grab you by the shoulders, you my pal I'm your answer Feet in the ground stand strong put your hands up

People say I drop too consistent Tired of them consistently not giving a fuck, but really tryna be distant Shit hits different when it’s shit you got hidden the tuck Venting that shit is hella potent call these niggas my sons There aint no hand holding, hand lotion If you gonna cross me like the street you better have some damn motion nigga You talking word of the mouth, bitch you ain’t making no sounds Remember back in the day we was the thickest of pals shit What happened, poof it vanished like magic Just imagine what could’ve been if you ain’t move me like traffic Just imagine what coulda been, if you ain’t groovy like static This a shock to real niggas, Uptop with real killers, word up Public service announcement It you ain’t one of my kin, you better end up just bouncing I can’t even call you a friend, cause you just leave me dumbfounded My bestie pad and a pen, and can’t forget my accountant bitch

Nother murder on the news, watch them sweep it under rugs Kids raid the Dollar General, now they scrambling like some bugs As I’m walking down the block, busy rolling up my blunt Buildings got some paint thinner, colors peeling off the walls I gotta stay calm, I gotta get strong, I gotta get wiser Took a shot thats no visor, my head is getting is lighter Music injected in my veins, eyes built just like a tigers My feelings stuck in shade Feet grinding against the tar, still moving through my days If you ask me how I’m feeling, try to cope with all the killings Lights a fire in my heart, It’s only been the children Watch em toting all they guns, social feeds to make they plans How you catch that nigga lacking, while he hanging with his mans And they call it black oppression, or black on black crime Whatever makes the news, or the next headline Let’s take an intermission, rolling back time But now I’m back in the front, packing boxes by the load How they breaking my trust, now it’s falling like its Rome I don’t say it enough, but i’m scared to walk this road alone We all children at heart Playing with our vices cause we can’t get it enough Momma never loved ya Pops was never around The hood gone need some healing fore we plant the seed of doubt doubt yeah We all children at heart Playing with our vices cause we can’t get it enough Momma never loved ya Pops was never around The hood gone need some healing fore we plant the seed of doubt doubt yeah My thoughts so scattered as they ricochet Sitting by the riverbank screaming till the echo fades Reminiscing bout the times when Woo Woo always held my face Now I’m spending all my time wondering what she would say Took the trolley after school, wonder why my mom would worry Had a feeling shit was wrong, but shit I wasn’t in a hurry Wonder where my homies gone, why his face all on a jersey Maybe cause I wrote this song, sent him off with zero mercy He never made it home We all children at heart Playing with our vices cause we can’t get it enough Momma never loved ya Pops was never around The hood gone need some healing fore we plant the seed of doubt doubt yeah We all children at heart Playing with our vices cause we can’t get it enough Momma never loved ya Pops was never around The hood gone need some healing fore we plant the seed of doubt doubt yeah

Yeah, look I'm seeking for retorts And its fuck MTV, BET, and The Source Bitch I'm hungry need a '4-4-4' Weather must report snow days I ain't seen before I'm busy wading off the ocean floor Moments that's occurrent, flashbacks to that ocean shore My grandma still holding my hand Parking up at the Tropicana In the moment this where I stand Like Pneumonia I cannot imagine Looking back at that, Johnny Rockets mini heart attacks Niggas eating good, packed a sandwich how we all laughed Fried bologna in my lunchbag I-95 shit I might crash Blacking out but no I'm not dead Just a set back, post panic in my eyelids Try to fight but life's not fair Fuck the cancer in my mind cleared Change the stanza in my rhymes geared Better watch for snakes, on the fence like a swine veered Nother day like another year Nother hour while the clock turning Lost my grannies this is not assuring Question if I'm hurting couldn't speak this is not a sermon Couldn't bless the weak, fire garden in my heart burning Find a pulse for verbal intercourse Gotta grab the riches for my family sign to Interscope, damn Flashbacks I'm on the kitchen floor Huddled with my cousins, visions of a snotty nose Hot Cheetos with some Funyuns, never wanna go home My room was like a dungeon, I got the fritz Now I'm salty like some grits, grinding against my teeth, Marthy Wash rinse This is thoughts, this my death wish God bless the kid, switched the story of my narrative If I didn't beat the opposition Never would've made a statement, pray to God, but I am not a Christian Sipping on that potion, baby this my moment Had to make my grandmas proud, couldn't sink I'm floating Baby girl I'm chosen, why you always ghosting Couldn't hold a nigga down, had to get some motion Sippin on that potion, baby this my moment Had to make my grandmas proud, couldn't sink I'm floating Baby girl I'm chosen, this my way of knowing Couldn't hold a nigga down, had to get some motion

Chop the woods like a lumberjack If the wraps was extra crispy you know i gotta send it back Smoking on a couples sacks made it out the culdesac Praise be Allah but you know i gotta sell some crack Four sided like a tesseract Move it outta duffels feel like Tony when i touch a pack Fiends coming like they porno ads Line stacking out the door So you know they bout to run it back Interceptions when we pushing tracks Never leave a trace blues clues how you niggas step Never duck a fade low taper when i hit ya neck Tripping like he faded more power like he getting zapped Feel like Martin how i smoke my dreams Living on a cloud puffin O’s den i go to sleep See my shawty living heavenly Eyes of a goddess But you know she gotta be a tease As a youngin shit i never changed Hanging by that corner block Rapping like i set the stage Boxing with my mental Talent shows i never said a thing Freezing like the Arctic Now im hot and now i set a blaze Flicking like the lighter on ya spliff We bout to chop it up Ask me bout my partners Rich gang bring out them lambo trucks Blue suede we bout to bang the bus Knuckle to ya temple like my patna it aint no trouble son This aint for bottom feeders Real niggas and stable dreamers