[Verse Brown Sam] Homegrown drank milk for the bones Chiseling stone with some twinkling tones The minds gone by the time you copped chrome Softees made a toffee lets abscond Im from the barefeet streets If ya need to know, DM for the deets Bugs in my sheets man the citys full of creeps On every block tryna regulate how I speak, uh Damn dog yo you proving really weak, uh You chewing cabs out, they aint south of belief Wanna hear if the plans out of ya reach Beseech what I preach then please press repeat The button is not for some bluffing If you call to arms then you best have some stuffing New York is turning to a food court The scores depress me more than mood boards Boy look up, they wanna know wassup Your minds explored like a chore when they bored Work on your core The apples ten times bigger How you figure if your strike will match light I cant tell if I should hang the tights And be done, be done But home aint home no more, no more my son At one time I thought that I had one Like sometimes we fuck and declare two But a tax form, nor a paper nor a ledger could give you tight hugs like the snug of a sweater This world, we gotta weather We Gotta! Choose battles cuz death will surely get the better of each and every riding in a Chevy or Mercedes Yeah its crazy, but not a single whip mean cream to my baby Love and health make ya self No more drugs on my shelf Oh my god, what the hell Dive into the well, it is heaven or else...
softees, barefeet, abscond, chiseling, deets