Em floated on the track but Jay was saying the realer shyt to me. Jay put out one of those verses that talk explicitly to the heart of black struggle.
A double entendre
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Then jay flips it
Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up
^^^ some real shyt
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
That's just ill
A double entendre
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Then jay flips it
Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up
^^^ some real shyt
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
That's just ill

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