Lyrics:
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
strategy meets skill
It's called cribbage, and it's a classic
I'll kick your ass and I'm not being sarcastic
With the board and pegs, you keep track of your
Beats by Dre
Speakers imprint and her Moscato
But also a Victoria's Secret
Bra, some Air Jordans
And a baffling "teatox" drink called MateFit
(dialysis
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
to ask
[Hook]
Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
Told me
Whatever I love you Genie
Anyway, so shit happened, and then I just kept it pushing
You know, I was homeless for a little while, whatever, you know, I
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
sort of thing
Sometimes she'd
Find an apple
Or
A piece of bread
And she'd sneak it
She survived
The death march
I think that's
What it's called
And my
a thing fi mention
The way dem move mi nuh trust dem ya know
Watch dem move mi nuh trust dem ya know?
The one you put yo faith in
Setup the first girl wah
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
the fuckups too
My boy Austin, who's in a
Band called Slow Hollows
Is really sick with guitar he's playing
On three songs on the
Album, and the things that
the fucking levee breaks
If I confront ya then ya gonna plead the 5th
I'm not somebody that'll feed the myth
But that's the things that helps breed ya filth
So
stay tune to check out
These next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with
In order for me to be happy
I need to let some of these so called conspiracies out in my poetry
Because there's some truth to these things, you may
even bro's still so you can just
Poke me back, my flow's like magic
You know the fact that I'm no fanatic
My bonus tracks are more dope than half of your
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
and music
I'm crazy for this one
I was goin' to write a track called small town
I come from a small town
Where things are a little bit slower
Everybody
Screwing around having fun just getting crazy
Come on fly a ship with me out to Mars
And we'll see how far we go in this thing called life
And like A Tribe
the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card
execute the plan and turn a little to a lot
Things keep getting hot
They cant even reach my Fahrenheit
Try to reach my level but it's funny 'cause he
The true state of all things:
I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
I remember my life as if it's just some
dreams that I don't trust,
_ "Every Little Thing")
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