Month In Brooklyn

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
A lot of sample work, niggas know them samples worth it
Working through my damage hurt, working up the canvas
Getting candid 'fore I crash and burn
Knowing that I had to learn this banter 'fore I pass the words
Cancelled when I had to put the pencil to my passive verbs
And now I pass the herb
And actively get mad at when they acting like they had it first
You know I had a verse so personal and packed with purpose
It packed a punch and made inertia, get to cracking curses
On this first and last trip, I get the cash and hurl it
The only task was get a bag if you can drag it furthеr
Only massive I imagine when I'm ashing, sеarching deep
To find what I can keep, then give some back to you
Or how I'm meant to make a dent in all these massive rooms
My baby asking, "Do your actions take advantage?
You lonely when you rapping, only happy when it passes through"
I told her, "I'd get back to you"