Different Scales (Explicit)

Yeah

In pole position had to strip it down

Was rarely fvcking with the vision they was feeding me the bread

Well come eleven and the water only trickle down

Needed pumpernickel wasn't fvcking with the fickle minds

This s**t would get bumpy over time if we pickle beets

They just want the hooks got me out here fighting sickle cell

Nigas sound like crooks in front of cameras I hear crickets now

Have some art commissioned more than living off the ticket sales

You for the 'gram we weighing this s**t on different scales

No picket fence I know we grew up on different streets

It woke me up I know it's way more nigas counting sheep

Bouncing checks tryna slide off the counterfeit

They hella foul nigas out here playing county ball

Still bounty saul shame they'll never win a golden globe

Some nigas only taking naps some nigas comatose

You get 'em fired you find out some nigas omaros

Yeah sosa been call this s**t here the zoo

Multiple elephants in the room ain't nothing new

Poachers done settled in they using sedatives too

I'm still preaching the same element

Exploring business ventures with my fellowship

Eliminated the light bulbs with no filament

You ain't in my circle if we not intimate on some level

Got dumbbells on my shoulders I folded

Drinking folgers these days I talk the water 'til my clothes is moldy

Bodie broadus if came down to the wire nigas couldn't hold me

They always talk the old you them nigas never know me

I never owe nobody nothing but john

Who cutting onions these days I'm all about cutting the line

Cutting through the bulls**t my niga it's nothing to shine

It's nothing to stunt it's nothing to rhyme

You elevating minds or you fvcking the blind and ducking the smoke

Sup with the swine but wanna be goat you really just sheep

You wanna be woke you really just sleep

Walked in front of me man what are these jokes

Rich in spirit I won' t hear it if you cunning me bro

Tried to pass these h*es the joint they didn't want any smoke

I wanna be blunt when I spit out the truth

They want me to choke they want me to front

Ruffle feathers and they'll want me to ghost

Crumble concentrates I'm rolling for real

Sand trapping I won't shorten my stroke