111

This is a 111th street bound 7 local train
The next stop is

3 in the morning weed addiction
My fiend twitching
Team bitching
Before the quarantine it seemed distant
Shit I ain't perfect either
I found some love in Jamaica so I ain't working either
Cause last years outcome probably was a Beamer
Hilfiger each season for every Tommy Dreamer
And sandman's vision been stagnant
God forbid we take it back to days when we ain't have shit
The plot gets tragic
Bomber Jackets from Flushing Meadows
For little bad kids out from karate practice
Caught glimpse of my future through some of my actions
Though some had intentions
Others were accidents
Fascinated with lavishness
Posted with Q at Madison
Always would let me borrow his pieces but never have the shit
Compromise at the time though we were seeking more
Optimize our lives through lines
Let the speakers show our growth
Let reception show our worth
Let the system hand our cards
Numb it out because it hurts
Let temptation show our flaws
As long as we stay alert
Any moment could go wrong
All this shit could be reversed
Still no matter where we are
I promise it's for the Hurst
Every sentence every verse
I'm indebted til the dirt
Least you gotta gift from God
Hope that it got some perks
Somebody called me a star
Hope that they bought some merch
Doubt it tho

I might catch this train down to 111
Maybe get my funds right
I might catch this train down to 111
Maybe get my funds
I might catch this train down to 111
Maybe get my funds right
I might catch this train down to 111
Maybe get my funds
I might catch this train down to 111
Maybe get my funds right
I might catch this train down to 111
Maybe get my funds
I might catch this train down to 111
Maybe get my funds right
I might catch this train down to 111
Maybe get my funds

The next and last stop is 111th street
Stand clear of the closing doors please