Song

[Produced by Ben Pramuk]

Friday the 13th, 2012
Sin sin sin, we livin' in hell
And all the real niggas, either dead or in jail
They blind to it, but they feel it in braille
I wonder if we'll see a Hellen Keller miracle
You rebel yell, I'm hearing you
Double entendres, that's rookie shit

And food for thought this steak to a cookie crisp
Cereal, you lunch nigga
You so fucking late, you lunch nigga
Fuckin' muggle scum, fuckin' dumb nigga
You ate nigga, you lunch nigga
You want me to fuckin' admit it
Alright alright alright, I'll fuckin' spit it
We wanted it, and we fuckin' did it
You fuckin' right, we fuckin' did it

Wanted it, I had to fuckin' get it
Like OG infared jordan 6's
I have a superiority complex
Meaning selflessly selfish, that's the complex
Nobody built like me, superiority
No frat fuckin' sisters in serorities
School spirit, you boring me
Fuckin' hypebeasts, you boring me

I'm a design kid, dressing accordingly
Smile on Ben face as he's recording me
Swishers sweets, grandma kush
A bird in a hand is worth more than a bush
Volume on 27, white lighter shit
A real nigga and my life would be a bad bitch
Got the feeling someone holdin' out
That same phony feeling that moc'd holden out

Don't wanna talk about it, rather be about it
Got a problem with it, see me about it
Yeah, see me about it
My mojo, never seen without it
Pickin' up a mic is like picking up a gun
Or picking up your new blown back son
Shine bright, shoot for the stars
The world is yours, the future is ours
The past is the past, it's irrelevant
I fuck for fun I could never be fuckin' celibate
The horn the horn the lusty fuckin' horn
Its not a thing to laugh but to scorn

[Break] x2
The higher the highs,lower the lows
When will we know, when will we know

I dedicate this to the privileged listening
Lyrical diet, practitioning
I'm club hopping, these niggas crew hopping
Fuckin' rich sluts they take my whole crew shopping
So peep out my manuscript
To see that is a must I drop luxury shit
Um, reservations for 6
Bill was like 6 - dropped a 1000 dollar tip

Ask Quil 300 in the bathroom
Troy found it, and gave it back to him
Real nigga shit, but we off that
Boss up, nigga get off that
I'm over it, meaning we off that
I'm over it, meaning we off that
Oh its fuck me nah it's fuck you
You a grown man stand on your own two
Or on fours dog, fuckin' bitch
If we got knocked you'd prolly fuckin' snitch
I seen the same shit happen to Rich
Not Hill The Real but you know him as Mitch
2012 look where its coming to
I'm just saying, is it true
2012 look where its coming to
I'm just saying, is it true

[Outro] x4
He is I
I am him
Him is me
The man that I am

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