Spike Lee Joint

Lyrics

[CRIMEAPPLE] What Ay papá Yeah yeah Look, what [Verse 1 - CRIMEAPPLE] When I was young, fly shit in my brother's closet what had me fresh The impact of crack cocaine on my father had me stressed Fast forward I passed over my goals like how much can I actually get Y'all talk a lot, get tossed out the spot like Jazzy Jeff I'm having sex, six days a week if not seven How else could you describe this life I'm living, if not heaven If not forget it, I can't settle, I'm no company of the devil No sonning me, no Geppetto, no puppetry I'm too thorough Sixth borough, [?] pinche, you an inch from bеing ghostly We getting this poultry, it sound like Cliquot Pour it on your corpsе, your bitch'll toast me Thick pierogi, that's patchouli, I might mack a groupie Made cash with the looseleaf, take baths in jacuzzis Bumping Bootsy Collins, collard greens and cornbread Tour bread, I hit your rap circuit like a warhead You all dead, big bad bitch with me she corn fed Homie this is only what the Lord did What [Verse 2 - RLX] Taking off, the grass ain't greener on that side Pain deeper in that pond, I was speaking from the heart You was weaker from the start, I been geeking on the clock I ain't keeping up with y'all I was creeping in the evening trying to see what I could sell I could read the room and feel it too, I'm leaning on myself Had to see it through when God was tryna keep me on the shelf Made money in my sleep, I was dreaming of the wealth Gold covering my teeth, I was geeking off a L, not a pill Here to get to it, not to chill, kept it solid you were frail When it got forreal, send a pound through the mail Hold it down like a nail, let it pile on the scale Break it down from a bale, safe and sound, out of hell They could doubt, I could sell Take you out, wipe your smile [CRIMEAPPLE] Ay papá Ay papá "I wanna tell you something..."