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Gardettos in Velour Sweats
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Illmac
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“How can I give you, what you’re asking for? Oh baby” Yeah Chase This stupid “Better hear what I got to say, ‘cause you won’t get it again” Goddamn right “Somebody’s gonna have to tell the truth and I’m gonna tell it” Ill “So if you don’t like this you better get out while you can or I’ll lay you on your ass” Uh Eating Gardetto’s in velour sweats More money, more jealousy, more stress Never thought about having more less, more or less In the background high as falsetto in the quartet Uh, stopped drinking but I’m still turnt Stopped smoking ‘cause of asthma, I still blow a smokescreen, low-key but I been worse Lost some demons but they still lurk, when the motivation ends that’s the real work A slave to my habits, I know how to field-work I Put in work in my field, and in my purpose revealed Yeah they aim for my name but all that dirt hit my shield, I watched it ricochet Waging war ‘til I’m blackballed, I’m Black Hawk Me and my queen riding like Crazy Horse and Black Shawl You either rebelling or assisting the system Ghost Dancing long as Peltier sitting in prison Lineage split with victims of history, the privilege the pillars that pillage immigrants, indigenous I’m mixing tradition Sitting Bull spirit risen to visit my vision, big difference between getting rich and enrichment Trying to find upwards on my compass I went to war they sound a loud trumpet Upon my return, triumphant In touch with my roots, tug at this noose like it’s comfortable, loose, penning venom from a recluse Threw a V for Victory chucked in a deuce and pulled the Colt, Peacemaker tucked in my boots c*cked the hammer back with my thumb and it shoots Warned him once, he refused, this chip on my shoulder blade weighs too much on my glutes Ignore the bolts, poking from my neck, paint ‘em gold and stay focused on a check Writing all these goals down coping with the stress and these ghosts up in my head Roaming free, let ‘em be, they not posing any threat Got addicted to the praise, feel they owe me the respect Addicted to the love like the moment that we met Got addicted to attention and they showed me the connect Watching celebs overdosing had a sobering effect on me Remember back, when we laughed at rules And ran around like Bébé’s kids, acting bad at school Way before we packed that tool Now homies pouring liquor out tryna see the glass half full We just keep ‘em entertained so the world can’t revolt I shot the sheriff with a pearl-handled Colt Earl Manigault the GOAT, ain’t a feeling that the verse can’t evoke Just got my word and my Kult This little thing of ours, boom bada-bing, blue-collar dream Me and my brothers ‘bout our chicken like, Gustavo Fring Coupe olive green, sports, are the new Colosseum I’m chewing liquorice root thumbing through the I Ching Opportunity knocking my call of duty might ring A wandering samurai like The Book of Five Rings Think deeply of the world and lightly of yourself Time is money got me out here tightening my belt What I write is what I felt, take the rifle from the shelf Me and God got a pact, She give me life I give ‘em hell I took a blood oath, blood-soaked Pops did a séance in the ‘80s and seen the devil up close, now you sitting front row Liquor and drugs, liquor and drugs Watching artists dropping like flies is killing my buzz I ain’t innocent, not in a position to judge Did everything from Molly Ringwald to Hilary Duff Yeah the way we glorify sh*t that’s killing us but Boast when we surviving shows the resilience in us Well, excuse us for not giving a f**k, the industry sucks Labels treating rappers like Dinner for Schmucks and Idiocracy, mediocrity Keep gambling ‘til they punch my ticket like I hit the lottery Anybody can get it, I ain’t wit’ inequality But I been evolving tryna show a different side of me That’s why treat my catalogue like them pigs robbing me Destroyed the evidence like they did my missing property I grew up listening to rap music My mom loved rock n’ roll, we both listening to black music Don’t pretend that it ain’t Showing respect as a guest in it won’t threaten my place No Chuck Berry, no Elvis, legacy paved The hound dog like, Big Mama Thornton, may she rest in the grave You can love Chinese food and even have the recipe, great Still Chinese food end of the day, I’m saying I grew up listening to black music The dude wit’ a White Russian like Rasputin and Vlad Putin Duke Nukem, I’m back shooting, the hands moving like Zab Judah Half-GOAT like Krampus and half-human Just tryna live my truth like the trans movement And stand by my fam like Dwyane Wade and Gab Union Probably catch a lot of hate Dress fresh to death, made funeral plans, I’m fashionably late Every 20 years fashion comes back around so assume I’m living in the future if my outfit’s outta date This the Planet of the Apes, throwing monkey wrenches blow ‘em like candles in the wind, can’t hold a candle to the great I catch a case for Chase like I plan to rob a bank Gotta watch my back they always sabotage the greats Who to trust, serpents in the grass cannot escape I make snakeskin boots, lie in camouflage and wait Wanna battle, lock the date, a day and a dollar late Swear they had a lot to say, ‘til it’s brandished off the waist I’m just weighing options out, like Backwood in packs Had a lot of shake, that’s a catatonic state Allergic to being broke, need my pockets to swell Ride ‘til I say hello from the other side like Adele Cold-blooded, tears like ice when it melt A lot of, sh*t on my mind as you could probably tell They victim-blame, see a suicide and tweet about mental health Like here’s a number to a hotline if it helps Well Harvey Weinstein’s a rapist, Cosby as well We can debate who’s worse when they both rotting in hell A lot of y’all know somebody that won’t confide in you ‘cause you’d shame ‘em for surviving things you couldn’t conquer yourselves Tired of, biting my tongue, it’s time we begun 12 years old a grown man threatened my life wit’ a gun Flashback to seeing pops saying ‘he’s not gonna run’ Can’t outrun a bullet, a mantra passed father to son Got addicted to the praise, feel they owe me the respect Addicted to the love like the moment that we met Got addicted to attention and they showed me the connect Watching celebs overdosing like damn (damn) How I feel about myself, if I wasn’t ‘bout myself I’d climb up out my self and never doubt myself Never doubt yourself or the power of belief A seed that turned into a root that sprouted to a tree I be a weed amongst the flowers, a flower surrounded by weeds My power surrounded by peace My Smith & Wesson piece full of gunpowder underneath me, for the six or seven hours I sleep A thousand cowards deceased by a thousand deaths apiece Alpha wolf howling at the moon, stomach growling for relief A pound of flesh on my scale, balanced like the beam The beam on the 40 caliber, Excalibur, I’m king
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