Jules, baby.
Easy.
Okay.
Straighten.
My enemies leave faceless.
Can't slip, can't leave no traces.
Put faith in the books like Mason.
I found truth in statements Found self on distant stages Man can't tell me about patience
Spent nights in the darkest places.
Man can't tell me about grind.
Ten toes for holding trainers.
Can't parlay with pagans Old friends now distant strangers Old money make new friends later
Long time since minimum wages.
Long time since man has seen angels.
Like, wait, where?
Okay, you're bad, now cool.
Young boy move like man at old school.
Jeez, I know, say they don't know you.
So we roll for your ends like man at low school.
Like, mm.
Okay, you're bad now, cool.
Go on and do what a bad man do.
I know G's that will test that gangsta, make man lean like criminals, smooth like, whoa.
Mic to mouth, check to check, and I still go city to city, reppin' the set like, whoa.
Who got now, I got next, like, don't lack, you wanna slip, I'm at next, like, whoa.
Still do the trouble with no stress, and I still got a couple of tenants that owe rent, like, whoa.
Couple of seconds, the man's vexed and the brothers wanna shoot the priest like Air Vents, like, we make this shit look normal.
normal we make this shit look normal i've got a couple of scars that ain't normal i know a couple of brothers that ain't
We make this shit look normal.
We make this shit look normal.
I've got a couple of poems that ain't formal.
But we just load the pen up and aim for you.
We make this shit look normal.
We make this shit look normal.
I got a couple of scars that ain't normal.
I know a couple of brothers that ain't called you.
We make this shit look normal.
We make this shit look normal.
I got a couple of poems that ain't formal.
But we just load the pen up for you.
Active.
Man can't tell me about active.
Loose lips sink ship like anchors.
Man a man a has strength like Samson.
Man a man a know tons like Stewie.
Still by any means like Malcolm.
Them man just talk won't do it.
Them man run youth like fountain.
Mind mind and I stack my stack my.
Man a brother with no bad mind bad mind.
Still coming for the crown, yeah that time, yeah that time Little bit late like black time, oi big man
Oi, big man, black skin don't mean country, man.
Black thoughts and a blacked-out whip, man.
From the block, man, been run.
Distance, cool.
Come again, cool.
Try again, cool.
Try tech, man, fool.
Man, I get spun.
Stone Cold Stun Pen up and diamond Bangles on deck when I touch them jewels Bangles on deck when I grip that bass
Still got love for the birds like Wayne, galley like Cole, manna like Safe, Lizzy like Hyde and I know your face.
Well, all the fake love might make man rich.
Still got love but my G's in a bit.
All the fake love might make man cold.
Now I've been that.
Now I've been this.
Now I've been down.
Now they call man king.
We make this shit look normal.
We make this shit look normal.
I've got a couple of scars that ain't normal.
I know a couple of brothers that ain't called you.
We make this shit look normal.
We make this shit look normal.
I've got a couple of poems that ain't formal But we just load the pen up and aim for you We make this shit look normal
We make this shit look new.
I got a couple of scars that ain't new.
I got a couple of brothers that ain't cool.
We make this shit look new.
We make this shit look normal I got a couple of poems that ain't formal But we just load the pen up and ain't for you
Declined, only got day one G's round me.
Run up in the set like, hey, it's me.
Same old code, but more old.
Them can't run.
