Black American Child (Deluxe)

Finessing thru adolescence
Just to see you a blessing
Where them bullets connecting
They hit, you losing reception

Struggle with trouble
We been knuckle to knuckle
Infinite tussle
Wicked dreams in the ruffle, just piece of the puzzle
Tryna level the muscle fore reaper could come thru
Couple things I could shuffle, give reason to come too
Whether shooting or snorting, it's kicking like Kung Fu
When you stuck in the jungle, the hunger will haunt you
Ain't it slightly ironic how ideal my mind is
Why I bundle the vices? They treat me the nicest
Only ones in a crisis that keep me decisive
'Member pegs on the bike before drinking and license
Used to work on the night shift for crumble, no slices
Now, I control the prices

Far from outta a Stephen King
Unpredictable foolish fiends
Its tragic, what niggas do for things
Just to stash it in newer jeans

Ashiest knuckles
Watch em bag up a bundle, I'm tracking the hustle
Every movement is subtle,k the profit just double
Keep it quiet as muzzle
They working like Russell
Tryna triple the double
Look, the rara
The blah blah
Niggas ain't scaring nada
Niggas spinning corners and wet you up from Impala
Sending holes thru ya rasta
Reflecting visions of mobsters, in need on Holiest agua
Turn ya shit into pasta

Far from outta a Stephen King
Unpredictable foolish fiends
Its tragic, what niggas do for things
Just to stash it in newer jeans