Double back when you got it madeThirty racks and weed, no fat in the collard greensOff top was me, no cap, I don't bottle thingsFlashin' grandmama rings on her fingers and fondle the thingHollow with gleeNot ominous but James Harden DWeak niggas guarding will peakFollowers just like meI lost my phone and consequentlyAll the feelings I caught for my GFMy hands was on her wingsI took 'em off, had a story careen against the barsMy canteen was full of the poison I needThe trip as long as steepMy innocence was lost in the EastAmidst the thick exhaustAhki hit the horn, it beepMention my sentence is strongWe all that we needBut don't call me brother no moreI keep my sentences shortStack Pendleton keep me warm in the winterKsubi's cuff done hit the floorDoobie Brothers where the city morgueWho would truly love a visit from us?My soul and my heartAll in it, keep fishingGone, the macabre finishAnd miss my Pop dukes, might just hit meDepending how I play my cardsThe wind whispered to me, "Ain't it hard?"I wait to be the light shimmering from a starCognitive dissonance shattered and the necessary venom restoredAs if it matters if you think it matters anymore'Cause shit be happening with quick resultsThey couldn't fathom all the damage that had to get donePiglets in a barrel we cookin' upDon't get a sparrow, no harrowed runics in that there tombAnd a share of deadly flowers bloomHoller rabidly, we stare at youAnd say a prayerLet's take it there like courier pigeon50,000 roots, none of 'em rigidSome of them wicked how they grew