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Chum
- [Hook]
- Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
- A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth
- Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
- "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
- Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche
- Psyche, psyche
- [Verse 1]
- Its probably been 12 years since my father left
- And left me fatherless
- And when asked do i hate him i answered a dishonest question
- Honestly, I never seen this nigga, I wish
- And if asked if i loved him I would think of
- Suicide and slit wrists
- Thirteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
- Nigga's saying watch me whip, Like this a Renaissance
- Insomniac been up for 3 nights, Up until dawn
- Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
- Me and My boys, The Conglomerate
- Unaffiliated bank robber, looking for hostages
- He grips a pistol and blows off someone's top again
- Searching for a big brother, I wish i had that
- New nigga's shoot, new nigga's blast gats
- Too black for the white kids, and too white for the blacks
- Never been honor roll but I won't sell dope to make racks
- I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's evident
- And them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at
- [Hook]
- Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
- A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth
- Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
- "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
- Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche
- Psyche, psyche
- [Verse 2]
- Uh... time lapse, bars rotten, heart's bottomless pit
- Nigga's looking for freaks, freaks looking for sausages
- We were the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip
- New nigga's claiming they sold rock before biggie did
- Started from the bottom, And I ain't make it nowhere
- Hollow cartilage cartrige is boneless
- I own this, spitting lines for the homeless
- And a particle, don't get me started on you
- You just a slave and i'm tying the noose
- Golf wang, conglamerate group
- Why'd you kill him, I like attention
- 30 racks at my expenses
- Supposed to be grateful, right? Like, "Thanks so much, you made my life
- Harder, got nigga's selling themselves, barter
- Even more than they were before all of this shit"
- Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits
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