Uh
Ayy, speakers knock, but I didn't get in by my lonely
Lighters up, I gotta burn one for the homies that forever stayed
Down since the only island that we seen was Stoney
Water murky, that joint felt more like the Everglades
High-rises built just like Section 8, you trapped up there
Purgin' all this fool shit, know that you can smell the sage, you step in here
Baggin' up the Echinacea, what's the tea on me? He too low-key, I'm sellin' lemonade
I stay out the way, it's niggas in the way, swear, they not in the way
And would feel a way if I mention names, this shit is strange
These niggas facts be opinion based, but not in your face
Shiftin' shapes when they in your space, I'm a square reader
A small circle and we ain't out of the air, neither
We all tortoise, came out of our shell, niggas not here for the fair weather
Ain't under no spell, I know you smell what a nigga cookin, I'm hungry as hell
These niggas gon' bear witness a Michelin star, could see it this far
Back when a nigga was line cookin', I'm sous chefin' these days
Proof-readin' these plates with a fine-tooth comb, won't find a line crooked
Still castin' lines, now I'm hookin' big fish out these waves
Yeah, still remember when it was minimum wage, yeah
Remember niggas went through their parts, no complaints
Now the art get contaminated and hearts full of shade, tend not to harp on the hate
Ayy, speakers knock but I didn't get in by my lonely
Lighters up, I gotta burn one for the homies that forever stayed down
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