[Howe Verse] I step up in a fresh pair of Js Like Im getting paid But Im not, what I make Is barely minimum wage Subliminal cage, Im stuck Waiting just to escape Hoping they forgot to lock The gate, and I plot a lot Its what I jot up on a page Never got a lot but wait Thats all about to change I got the ball, now its all About the game, I step up And hit a pair of Js Like Im getting paid What you written Nate? I aint heard you spitting late You fall off or give up? Lifes a struggle, man we all Know the shits rough Hard to remain focused When it seems like things hopeless But Howe, you can do it You the dang dopest Hoping the person holding the strings Knows it, Puppets bout to cut The strings open, chasing whatever The Kings holding, Singing til His rings golden, I got no choice In the matter, Theres no voice Without chatter, people always talk And the word equals always off And evil always walks, Among good People and we can hardly talk More typing and less face to face And lets abbreviate, less typing Making a mess right in, the palm Of your hand, Calmly demands Your attention, youre all In a trance, planned all in advance Im calling it, Damn Yeah, Im calling it, you know This trap that were falling in My boy had paraphanel in an ottoman But the FBI missed it, you know When they was all up in his shit Trying to take all of it Theyre like, Look at this TV And look at this ballin whip Theres no way that cooking has Somehow paid for all of this So wheres the crack, meth And heroin? Hes like What the fuck do you even Think that Im carrying!? You must be out of your mind If you think Im selling anything Other then kind, take all my guns Just leave that one behind Thats the only one that matters To me, but they didnt care Even if he had a receipt They were grabbing the heat Im thinking they were madder That he, didnt have any drugs That really mattered you see? Just a little bit of weed Well, maybe a little bit more Then a little bit, we Used to smoke down, safe to say We smoked pounds, and if I wouldnt Then I probably would of broke down I was dealing with a lot, feelings Making me feel like its better If Im shot, better if Im not Here. Letters that I jot here Just replaying my memories Just relaying my tendencies Hope you feeling my energy If youre not, well Im sorry That I couldnt be of service This whole fucking song Must of seemed pretty worthless huh?
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