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Penfield

by Don Smith

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Penning this down in my Penfield I got my coat on in the booth (Penfield) You know, Superman walk in the booth nigga take off his uniform and turn to Superman Hold your head, hold your aim New wave of danger DonSMITH and Chuck Strangers Me, I came in the booth, put my coat on You feel me (Penfield) Cliff, yeah Penning this down in my Penfield Below zero really how this pen feel To my soldiers coming home, tell me how the pen feel I heard that shit real My brother Kvrdio said he been there Over a chick who not only was slick but was prone to snitching Set him up with his own mans, then it get clear Blood and water don’t pour from the same faucet  And his father served time too, that make him the fam heir I know there's trophies etched with his name I told him hold the love closer than his fame ‘Cause when the cards fold, it's only time ‘till you play again You lose every day as reminder to gain again Born in misfortune, that's the shit that made you I’m talking rosaries with the K-Swiss in grade school Sharing Arizonas with the homies never waste food Shoe strings for belts, being broke changed rules Couldn't keep our paper together like bad staples Yeah, ca-can I keep going Yeah Forgive the friction of my pen play My words heat with touch, diction with Bengay You nice for a day, my ink bled for like ten straight But we know it's not mens trait to menstruate But now it's pouring, release deity when the ink get squeezed The paper lying to try and say it ain't needing me Emails only, no dm’s please Look Now we got cake for Pete’s sake Cliff goes in, East coast nigga but I twist my fingers Channel pac through this nose ring, the hate you gave Little infants fucks everyone we need to do better, before the tomb bigger Like 5 star restaurants serving old feta Like hiring niggas when you don't vet ‘em Like tryin’ to eat with me when you won't ketchup I’m just saying y'all should know better I put plenty niggas on but ya’ll don't owe me shit I’m living humble dog, 24 Kobe shit Now they see me bustin’ moves and they motion sick So it’s fuck all y'all on some orgy shit How many times have I decided to annihilate  And that one decision confronted existence  Of all of my opposition, now Donnie is conflicted  Does god take pity to any victims Or dare he smite those who bark and bite  Awfully lost in my thoughts so I often write flows That entice foes to pull my card, my suit is full of hearts and here to make your whole club fold Only time you that nigga is if your wife shows Stick to your day job, just come to tonight's show Volume 2 (Penning this down in my Penfield) (Penning this down in my) (Penfield)

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