Taxin' [Long Version]

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (skrrt, skrrt) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (skrrt) Right, right (uh) Right, right (uh) Right, right (uh) If there's a ghetto in Heaven I hope that's leaked address Whole pockets empty, was mad stressed The block had to study like math test Fuck it Jump out a bucket, I'm thuggin' in public My life in a rush and nobody can touch it I climbed out the gutter eating bread and butter Jealous of my living struggle with my mother Did it with my brother, grew up with my cousin Blew up on these niggas, they can't even stomach I ain't asked for nothing, I ain't asked for nothing I was out here hustling, nickel to a onion Onion to a plate, shadow got me zoning Conversate with omens Momma told me, "Son you nothing, no diploma" Cooking in the kitchen, crack was the aroma Pots full of powder, sit on a napkin Let it dry, we riding, any block we sliding Amg fitted, I been so committed Shorty so explicit Everything I got on, you know it's expensive Everything I get on, critical condition Run up on this money, I would always listen Tryna make it happen In front of Pooch building Early in the morning I was waiting on a package (true story) Global now, getting bookings all across the atlas (everywhere) I roll up the Gladys And watch out for badges, my bitch is the baddest Life is worth much more than a Patek Always elite, can't do nothing average (can't do nothing average) He got in a beef, he ain't really know The gang he was jacking (at all) It was like twenty degrees outside They took off his jacket (come here) I seen a lot of my homies change up When I started rapping (a lot) I fell out with my plug 'cause he started taxin' me (Uh-huh) uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh One two, one two, one two One two Oii, oii, 'bout time Bump Dave East on the Southside Little LC on the front line Four deep in the back seat where the clouds high Brown eyes, 'bout nine All that time been about mine In the same old spot in the street Where the Feds don't watch Everybody want to talk about Grime But I knew about rap Never handled a pipe (shit wack) Never handled a scrap But I soon got a handle of that, facts Uh, I was heavy in the flat Kids set and they ready to attack In fact, one black he was running with the pack One smack I was laying on my back Yo I never could forget that beating Uh walked home with a limp that evening Leg broke and my head swole, bleeding Metaphor for this life I'm leading Uh all the times I was leaving Better score for the nights I'm grieving Coach saying it was my time, even No comeback season, oh Got left with a bunch of scars I'm on the track with the youngers now I better come correct 'Cause everybody got a one connect But one dance I'ma done your set I was a hoarder What you about bricks and the mortar? Straight to the fridge bare ice and the water Was a private caller, Rick Nora Fresh haircut, with a side parting and a border Not a witch more a warrior Keep the champagne not a class A courier Fall back, not a real rap follower If it's all shout like a champagne swallower I'll leave you in a twist like Oliver When I borrow an MC's shit, no copier Aunt saying real words don't bother ya Then why won't she holler ya Saying that the streets don't love me, I don't love them G's don't trust me, I don't trust them Still won't touch me, jealousy it must be Still does more pain than it does them 'Cause it still don't work, escaping the dirt See it from the stains on my shirt I was raised on my Js, wasn't raised in no church Raising the stakes, I label my worth like Oh, label my worth like Yeah Dave East, Loyle Carner, Dj Shadow, Big Shadow, oh