Addition.

Addition

Used to battle throwin fists--
Saved it for my therapist
Maybe I should clear my past
Maybe I need clearer piss
Blame my insecurity
~blame it on my arrogance~
Niggas with they head up high
Something's in the air, I guess
That's a touché
Three-che
I got international—hit me on my three way
I used to hoop with the band aid like I was d-wade
Now I rap with a band's aid, that's if the fee waived
Hood left me a bando
Ain't no white kids and our mamas watching scandals
Dirty rotten scoundrels
Abscond the scene with a full head of steam
And a head full of steam floated all for the stream
Hear the 12 all the time like they the disciples
Here they promise you it's better but that's really deceitful
Admonish all you wanna like there's something to strive for
But they lookin down like niggas ain't gon ever be equal

Itchin for the pigeons coming live from the ave
I'm the new edition baby gon do the math
Wishin for the bitches comin live from the ave
I'm the new edition baby gon do the math

X2

Got that Oxford education, white man still clownin
Got a fossil full of dollars, what the fuck you counting?
Got that cotton fiber afro; caught up in the swatch?
Don't be switching like my race is something we already squashed
I been all out in the U.K
Homie how you local—want to bias like a funke?
Homie how you broke & flaunt advice like you been there?
But you bent there
I'd rather push on a bouquet than thought a rookie
Bookworm got the bookings
Word to the broker
Worried paying dues just might make me even broker
Worried making moves might have left me displaced
Same as burning on your tongue when you rush for a taste
Sippin masala
Drop gems like mancala
Saw through my monocles: manacles of the martyrs
Might've never made 'decent.' if i never heard 'Stardust'
Might've never had a reason if they ain't try to starve us

(hook)