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• Artiste: Mick Jenkins
• Titre: The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death
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Uh! Give a fuck if your pockets low We been living lowkey Wonder how we was poppin' bottles This far below the poverty line Won't no avocados but toast was on me Early What break-fast was hopping gates Would do the same to Pearly Mistakes add up Some niggas could name the police Some niggas always need somebody else name on the lease Some of us struggling to find inner peace I'm still fightin' a beast I show love I definitely wanted requited at least The odds stacked against shorty And despite that she preach While I'm smoking my roach Nigga been tree huggin' tryna widen my reach More Vitamin-E Really tryna widen my scope They tryna tell me My freedom abides in a vote That died on a boat So on that very water I choke Most times I get tried for I speak I die for I spoke I cried when I seen But Never ask why 'cause I know They give a fuck if you fly We 'sposed to fly or sell dope We 'sposed to give em' the key So they can get in the door Still had to kick in the door Just to get in the door When he was five And we gon' call that boy a thug For the rest of his life Damn Yea you know I walk through Everything they taught me Still feeling groggy Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee No Geoffrey I ain't tip toein' that's too costly I ain't tip toein' that's too costly Folk don't get to see themselves too often Only look at mirrors through the smoke Everything go rogue Everything's costly I fear no evil at all I pray my closest don't fold I know somebody gon' fall Fuck saving face I can't keep changing pace To stay up wit' yall This ain't a race See niggas running in place To chase waterfalls I can relate I can't erase the times when I dropped the ball Was tryna handle it all I'm no Kyrie in the least I had to learn it the Hardaway Niggas Penny's be creased A couple niggas deceased I watched some niggas retreat You ever had a peace treaty wit' niggas you still don't fuck wit' I started turning my cheek I had to turn a new leaf on niggas Smoking swisher sweets Was on them backwoods for some weeks Then I got straight to the paper My paper straight as a crease Got paper weights for receipts Got label mates we been scammed by the same man We don't speak The neighbors hate we don't speak Don't come through preachin' Just come through practicing' whatever you was gon' preach And scratch my back if you reach Gotta match my joint if you smoking These niggas will do you like leeches I'm seeing ghost like it's bleach I brought my sand to a fire hydrant Created a beach I put my sole in these beats Yea you know I walk through Everything they taught me Still feeling groggy Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee No Geoffrey I ain't tip toein' that's too costly