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[Verse 1]

Tell you how I feel inside

They say it ain't trill enough

They say it ain't drill enough

I'm coming from the illest side

I just know it's real enough

**** what niggas think of that

The salt is pink, the ink is black

The grass is green, the link is broke

Flowin' like the sink is broke, the drip is so consistent now

Watch him grow complicit, oh you flipping now?

Shit hit different, I need scissors now, cutting ties

Taper faded wit' no clippers, don't ask no Kawhi

Turn stone cold, you get to ****ing wit' my Oberweis

Stretching out, my shoulders wide

All my burdens boulder size

Mama right off Bouldercrest

I was right off 63rd, you know the vibes

Archetypеs and prototypes, I know those guys

Press mе, I could go get my shit notarized

Instantly, no polaroid's

Instantly, I'm Jonah, y'all gon' have to throw me overboard

[Chorus]

Couple nights in the belly of the beast

Nigga came out like he know the lord, overjoyed

I don't understand

When is y'all niggas gon' realize, uh

Real eyes realize real lies, huh

Real eyes realize real lies, help me see the truth

[Verse 2]

Tryna be more James, I walk in Peter shoes

Sparrows gotta be my views

Vintage frames I see 'em through

Fear of God, I'm steppin' in, no weapon formed, the needle move, the record scratch, the blessings pouring

Almost like I'm preapproved

For everything my credit good, my checking strong

My breakfast good, I'm shredding wheat the tears is gone I'm back in form

Overhead just like my baggage I unpack it for him

Don't exaggerate I'm accurate this javelin throwin'

Tryna get my point across

Olympic preparations all these habits form

Elevated patterns, I can taste some pH balance off

Went against the wave but I'm no Hasselhoff

Ain't no more low-key I took the silence off

Old school but the mileage new

Seen it from the pilot's view

Gotta be more hands on it no way I get these calluses off

Skate grip, only 'cause they shape-shift

Famous for the fallacies

We been watchin' matadors

Y'all still putting batteries in niggas backs, empowered by they salaries

Should see 'em when the camera's off, you know the drill

Hear the wrong thing and then I'm Holyfield

Ha, help me see the truth

Tryna be more James, I walk in Peter shoes

Sparrows gotta be my views

Vintage frames I see 'em through