[Intro]

Check

[Verse 1]

I've got this laptop that's been bugging

It so better than nothing

Pour some shit that's out my chest

And I'mma make it out in jest

Don't know what I'm finna do if I keep losing any more

My father told me, “Be a fighter, make ya way out thru the door

I can't hold your hand outside of here so make it on your own

You can't do this in day, they ain't build like that in Rome.”

Picture perfect that I make so I get it and I frame it high

Pain begets from fantasy, so I just wanna make right

Sold to me like calories, these vices are my fallacies so

Part of me wishes that I could flush it out outside of me

Swear I might fold but I dunno

On my damn wrist is ice cold

Baggy them fits on all my clothes

Nothing don't change when I'm alone

In due time, I know my life got far more reach than more could keep

I prophesize my kite flies higher, so I got my piece

But the fuck the slice, I want the pie

Swear I'm on point now, peace to Phife

Cuz check the rime, I'm bonafide

No working class from 9–5

Ain't got no cash so I fantasize

These cars and hoes I can't decide

On cruise control, that autopilot

But I switch it off ‘cause all I got is

[Chorus]

Dirt in my pockets, I want it filled up with cash

I got that trust in my process, fuck all them systems en masse

Need them pictures and bitches and I'mma make that shit last

Hide my deck in my pockets, I flush ‘em, shuffle ‘em fast

[Verse 2]

If I can't have it, ion want it

Motherfucker you can ass it

My centerpiece is my standard, can't stand it, goddammit

It's all the heat that I'm fanning

I'm sweating buckets, I've had it

I've been posted up in this heat

Since my mammy had me

We chase these hoes like candy

We strippin’ out those panties

We grew up puttin’ these bitches first

That pussy curse

Way back when before we was hurt

We took our turns

Playing tag while we dodge and curve

And trip the curb

We posted up in the corner store

With coke and straws

Drinking out of a plastic bag

With tattered pants

Uh, cut the back out our ratty clothes, those itchy tags

Uh, sweating out of our backs, our capes a dirty rag

Uh, spill a cup of that orange juice

Ya too obtuse

You want me payin’ for who?

You know that all I got is

[Chorus]

Dirt in my pockets, I want it filled up with cash

I got that trust in my process, fuck all them systems en masse

Need them pictures and bitches and I'mma make that shit last

Hide my deck in my pockets, I flush ‘em, shuffle ‘em fast (hold up)

[Outro]

Hey what I need to sacrifice

It's no surprise

I need some time

To take me high

Dunning–Kruger, made me think I'm right

But that ain't right

See I used to know, but now I don't

I thought I did but I don't know anymore

This sentimental digitals, it locked our souls, no more