Chum

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[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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Issah
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