Walkin wit cha money out you lookin like a free chance
Destitute levels
Both pockets full of these hands
When you line your palms with silver that isn't yours
When it rains blessings
You'll be legitimate misinformed
Now you're in this stupid ubiquitous inner form
Betrayal is the sentiment
The Dissonance didn't warn
Instant storm of a prodigiously vicious sword
Now the demons I've encountered all tend to be missing horns
Poppin grave keepers and pilfering city morgues
Boy I'm big legit
Niggas ain't built for this anymore
Sentencing is a chore
So to see their pals flourish
They just take the malnourished and pit em against the scorn
How do lost poets feel that their
Penmanship is deformed
Everything you say's offensive so
Censorship is the norm
Now you sittin there with issues Pencil stiff as a board
I get it. You don't know bout the
Hinderance till it's yours
Colby AF - Lettuce Lyrics
Colby AF - Lettuce Lyrics
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Walkin wit cha money out you lookin like a free chance
Destitute levels
Both pockets full of these hands
When you line your palms with silver that isn't yours
When it rains blessings
You'll be legitimate misinformed
Now you're in this stupid ubiquitous inner form
Betrayal is the sentiment
The Dissonance didn't warn
Instant storm of a prodigiously vicious sword
Now the demons I've encountered all tend to be missing horns
Poppin grave keepers and pilfering city morgues
Boy I'm big legit
Niggas ain't built for this anymore
Sentencing is a chore
So to see their pals flourish
They just take the malnourished and pit em against the scorn
How do lost poets feel that their
Penmanship is deformed
Everything you say's offensive so
Censorship is the norm
Now you sittin there with issues Pencil stiff as a board
I get it. You don't know bout the
Hinderance till it's yours
Destitute levels
Both pockets full of these hands
When you line your palms with silver that isn't yours
When it rains blessings
You'll be legitimate misinformed
Now you're in this stupid ubiquitous inner form
Betrayal is the sentiment
The Dissonance didn't warn
Instant storm of a prodigiously vicious sword
Now the demons I've encountered all tend to be missing horns
Poppin grave keepers and pilfering city morgues
Boy I'm big legit
Niggas ain't built for this anymore
Sentencing is a chore
So to see their pals flourish
They just take the malnourished and pit em against the scorn
How do lost poets feel that their
Penmanship is deformed
Everything you say's offensive so
Censorship is the norm
Now you sittin there with issues Pencil stiff as a board
I get it. You don't know bout the
Hinderance till it's yours
Writer: Colby Frazier
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