See in your boy's building, there should be an inflatable raft
Use your scab (scab)
Versus came bubble-wrapped in styrofoam
It's pretty bland
Home girl sayin' everybody just doin' what they can
I nodded, but nah, these dudes are trash (be honest man, be honest)
Turn up at the scene of the crash
I'm a bad penny
I'm the feelin' after you killed 'em and seen the safe empty
The weight lift like payday lendin'
Face twist at the memory
One machine for vending
The other take empties
This your land of plenty
This your land of plenty
It was all I could do to speak gently, gently
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I'm only rhymin', where the whores at? (Fuck that)
But any port in a storm, black
Landed balls deep in the landed gentry
Port of entry, centuries
Melt away as they're formed with candles
My Hasidim on Broadway, a Debbie downer
Sonny Corleone on the causeway, easy pass past the cowards
Speak gently
Speak gently
No one likes a show-off
But my show-off, you just can't blow off
I grab the microphone with one shoe off
My other Fluevog flew across the room when some shit kicked off
Bodies are fallin', furniture's movin'
Burners are being slapped outta niggas hands (damn)
I'm from the fellowship, can you talk about your hot potato?
Little sumpin' to trip off (yeah)
Operator, gimme the ambulance
A tambourine crash from somebody's head
Pieces of wig, weaves, and dreads
Fools catchin' Z's left and right (get that, get that mother)
Bitches swingin' purses
Security nursing themselves like it was the fallout in Chernobyl
Jaw-jackers in the corner
Tryna dial out but it's no signal
Especially if you usin' T-Mobile
Hollywood Cole yellin' "Who want that fade?" (nigga what's happenin', nigga what's)
Got slid on his back pockets
Two of the home girls giving this big bitch the business
All villains, all grown-ups, only one few soldiers
Generals, mostly civilians
But when caps start peelin', it was actually sad
Almost like watchin' a fat guy do half a push-up
Scalps was pushed back when the little homies pulled up
Just speakin' gently, simple
Hey, hey, hey common, hey, homie
Yeah, this nigga's wanted
On the real, though
Ah, on the real, nigga, what?
Oh, shit, nigga
Gimme the, gimme that shit, gimme that motherfucker
I'm finna let these motherfuckers
So we're there, we're just like, talking or whatever
(What's goin' on, what's goin' on, what's goin' on)
And I'm explaining (whatever, whatever) how's your new place?
And so anyway, I had missed the whole thing
'Cause I didn't get the piece of mail, blah, blah, blah, you know how it goes
You gotta get your mail forwarded, you gotta get your mail forwarded
I'm like, "Yo I know, I know, get organized"
And you know, copping a plea, whatever
But then, later, I'm sit, I'm, I'm like thinking, like
Why I don't get my mail like
You don't get your mail forwarded when you're poor
Let me explain to you, right
I lived in this building for like
Almost 20 years (just say 20 years)
And almost the whole time I lived there, I got mail for Rolodon
I got mail for Mr. Sahadi
I got a lot of mail, I was getting everybody's mail
People you don't know
You know, so I'm getting all these people's mail for like 15 years, I'm getting these people's mail
20 years, I'm getting these people's mail
And now, I come to another spot and the mailbox full of other people mail
People who don't want they mail forwarded, you know what I mean?
And you could tell
'Cause you'd look at the mail and it's creditors, car insurance
It's the, it's the hospital bills, police, man
Ambulance, insurance
That's why you don't get your mail forwarded (child protective services)
Somebody getting my mail right now
After I'm dead, they still gon' be getting my mail
I'm getting your mail
I'm reading it, it says you're broke