Last Summer’s Whisper

[Intro]
Uh
Aye, aye, aye, yeah, eh

[Verse]
Either I'm ten toes deep in the shit, or I'm out of it
I'll be smacked then put a boost inside my confidence
When my posse should be doing something positive
But we on a roof trespassing just to climb again
Off the D-train, the cobble where I land
Watch my two cents, watch em wobble in my hand
One cent for the homies, I'm a model to my mans
And it's sad cause I bottle all my problems till the end
Wash my hands, palm dirty from the train door
We work hard so wе could make more
I see niggas tryna stunt with no money, watch еm stay poor
Then reign a price or label, I could fake four
We all eating from this table on the same floor
And I be working out my brain so it stay sore
Super Smash Bros. I just made it into stage four
And of course I picked Kirby

[Outro]
Y'all already know I was gonna pick Kirby
Seriously, no way I ain't picking him
Pink Kirby, not the red Kirby, not the yellow one