bodega runnin empty stomach twistin like the system

bills on the dresser like eviction tryna kiss em

project lobby echo loud like it’s dissin

granny fryin spam whisperin that’s tradition

on foe nem lights cut off we was fishin

soul in the skillet all them cuts ain’t precision

watchin uncles juggle thirty summers no petition

juxed a pack for some backwoods now he missin

ain’t no missin in the math just division

we minus every check got taxed into submission

white collars laundering sins in new editions

we pray for extensions they pay for extensions

she do hair in the kitchen call that trap house religion

sixteen with a glizzy grip dreamin 'bout a pension

tryna scuffle outta pinches couldn’t get no mentions

o-block posture even brodies turn to henchmen

no lackin in the booth that’s survival not ascension

deadass we was raised by them corners and the tension

cameras on the corners but no footage of redemption

NYC winters buildin character extensions

section 8 lobby got the smell of apprehension

D’s spinnin questions like it’s trivia conventions

we answer wit a stare like it’s family tradition

city never sleep we just nap on suspension

pack in the mailbox cash in ascension

my block got more history than congress ever mention

system playin favorites like it's legacy admissions

you either servin time or servin corporate extensions

ain’t no middle class just broke wit good intentions

slatt when they spin that ain’t slang that’s dimensions

code switch harder than a D.A. wit convictions

state time lookin like a tax on affliction

meanwhile yachts sippin tax-free prescriptions

chicago to harlem same script diff diction

youngins with the 30 deep talkin non-fiction

atlanta got the trap house bible no fiction

meanwhile i just pen it so precise it’s affliction

rap ain't escape it’s a mortician’s depiction

we embalmin truth while the label seek restriction

every syllable a tenant every word an eviction

this the sound of the function gettin robbed of conviction

bodega’s still missin them chips from the shipments

food stamps fumble then the stomachs turn insistent

reality a gamble but they fixin all the digits

so we gamble on a jux or a sentence or a visit

this ain’t drill talk this survival in a prism

where they teach us how to lose then arrest us for the symptoms