That Which Was Forgotten (feat. Jimmy L.)

Erase the boredom through a tape recorder
Black hoodie with the BAPE embroidered
Got them eights for forty
Gas station we was taking orders loitering
Slinging dime bags to the local skateboarder
Watch them grace the corner
Either the caddy or the foreign
When I race the back roads out in Bora Bora
Erase the borders
Stole these verses from the ancient Torah
And the Anunnaki paid me for it
On god this a raw hit
I'm D. B. Cooper off a bong rip
With a box cutter in the cock pit
Aw shit
I keep the iron like a locksmith
My weed stink like dog piss go and take a bong rip
Inhale that long hit
And trip until the song skips
We keep it gutter like your armpits
After a day at the gym it's all stench
I got your fix I'm all wrench
Let's get it

Packs on the table sitting next to the scale
Doubled up the profit without seeing a sale
I'm talking real money you won't believe it yourself
You can ask ma dukes had the bowes on the shelf
Open the kitchen cabinet it's bowes in it as well
Name chirping through the hood like boost at the nextel
Had my foot up on their neck
Hood had a dry spell
I took advantage
I was selling these P's wholesale
I package flip
The dope boy's my favorite activist
Always tryna tell me what to do after this
Turned nothing into something like a magic trick
I mastered this y'all
The streets idolize me could get you boxed with a node
Niggas can't touch me like Hammer in his prime
Niggas shitted on the low I stayed patient they waste my time
Your own fam will turn when they can't keep up with the grind
Keep the grass cut low so the snakes ain't hard to find
It's Jimmy