[Intro: Rob Markman]

This gonna be one of those no hook joints

Before we ever knew a studio

We used to just rap in Prospect Park

[Verse 1: Rob Markman]

This another one of those, get Lu on the phone

I’m screaming that I did it, I ain’t do it alone

They said they always knew it, but you knew all along

That if I ever got a chance what I’d do on these songs

I’m from St Paul and Crooke, where they’re known to set it off

The name ringing off, that’s word to Tenor Saw

The Peedi Crakk rocks that they served on Tennis Court

That’s Brooklyn bars, I ain’t talkin' bout Federer

If you ain’t get it all I could further the metaphor

Or slow it down more 'cause it’s gettin ahead of y’all

I got a homie and I think he gonna end it all

Takin' every single drug dawg even the Fentanyl

So these songs, specific emotions

When the walls closin' in and you’re literally chokin'

Self-medicating tryna figure the dosage

For my peoples barely livin', feelin' livin' is hopeless

It’s hard to rap about the money when ya homies is hurtin'

And they waitin' on these drops 'cause you word it so perfect

You articulate they pain with a poise and a purpose

And dead the bullshit that they poison the Earth with

It’s never what it seem on the surface

I will forfeit a check for some meaning and purpose

Got a couple rich friends who are feelin' so worthless

Things money can’t buy or even pre-purchase

Got a text one mornin' and it gave me the chills

From somebody who I love but I’d never reveal

It said I had to tell someone cause the feelin' so real

And I think you ought know that I took all the pills

Damn, if you ever need me I'm comin'

Me and my people came from nothin so I keep it a hunnid

I try to never beef with my brother

Kraig, fuck the bullshit we could lean on each other

Every 1st and 15th I’m tryna capture a feelin'

I ain’t worried about a stream or the massive appealin'

Hidden message in my music if you happen to hear it

And catch on without a pass interference

I mean I ain’t really stressed if they get it or not

It ain’t no hook in this joint, it ain’t never gon' chart

But every word got a purpose, every letter is art

And every verse paint a picture like I’m Damion Scott

C'mon

[Outro]

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