| This remind me of before we had insomnia
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| Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs
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| Everybody was college-bound, no dollar amounts
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| In God we trust, senior year my prom ain’t had no party bus
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| My cousin hit me on Facebook, like «What shorty you takin'?»
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| I’m lyin', I’m playin', I’m sayin', «I got one to take,"and I’m waitin' on her
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| response
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| Wrote her a 3 page letter, it’s 3 days later, never hit me back,
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| she broke my heart
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| So now he I’m’ing me shit like, «Yo' is shorty bad?»
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| I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back
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| I hit him back like «Yo', well fuck her, it’s on to the next»
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| I wrote that message thinkin' I’m awkward, prolly' would never have sex
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| You know in high school, 16 you prolly late
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| My cousin hit me back, «Don't trip, bro. |
| I got you a date.»
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| So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen
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| He said to call and tell her «Walter sent you, you with me.»
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| I think about it for a minute, like what’s his intentions?
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| I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
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| In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked on me
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| He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit
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| I’m skeptical to let her know I’m Walter little cousin
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| What if this shit all a joke, then again, what if it wasn’t?
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| Would I really risk the chance of me potentially fuckin'
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| On some stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him?
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| Prolly not
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| I finally called her, tell her Walter sent me, «My name Tahj»
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| She asked me what’s the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom
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| I’m actin' like I’m not excited, tryna play it off
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| «So what’s the car we’re takin'?""Worst come worst, my mom can take us»
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| I’ll call Walter, thank him, he said don’t trip and just wear black
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| He said she cool and they go back, if any problems, send him back
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| I never had to, but now we’re in tune
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| He Facebook messaged me like, «Sorry not to be a nuisance…»
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| But he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suit shit
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| I’m like, «I got you, cause. |
| That’s the least that I can do.»
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| He tell me send him the addy and he’ll slide after school
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| I’m like, «Ok, bet,"never knew where he stayed at
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| He walked down the street, hella surprised, «This where y’all place at?»
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| Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin Rena
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| And I’m surprised too, my family knew, kept this a secret
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| Me and cause stay down the street, living different lives
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| Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride
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| I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside
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| He tell me, «Thank you,"then he walked back home with a smile
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| He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple
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| I’m thinkin', «Damn, that transaction was simple»
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| I’m talking shit, I know he hoop, I’m like, «Aye, where the rim, bro?»
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| He like, «Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly weak as shit, tho.»
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| I know my brother not
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| So all 3 of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court
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| I’m hella passive, I was passin', I ain’t have to score
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| The next day the prom, I couldn’t sleep, I stayed up
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| My granddad gave me a condom then walked away, didn’t say nothin'
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| She hopped out of her car and said that her name was Jada
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| My heart’s racin', I’m focused, I’m tryna keep it playa
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| Gave her the croissant, or corsage or whatever the fuck my mom handed me
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| And said, «Now put it on her hand, Malik», family ties
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| My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie 'cause my dad lived in NY
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| That’s prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
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| Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom and
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| Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place
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| So he text me like, «Cause, this the spot. |
| Let’s meet up later
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| And bring Jada through,"prom flashed, I kept it cool
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| We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes
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| I’m lookin' around like, «Damn, I don’t know nobody»
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| We at this party out West and Jada left to get dressed
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| I’m fakin' like I’m sendin' text
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| Some stranger get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
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| Then he put a knife to my neck
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| Gave me the run down like, «Jada my sister
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| And if you hit her, fuck her, make her miss ya, I’ma kill ya!»
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| At this point, I’m just exhausted
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| Wonderin' where the fuck’s Walter |
| He shows up like 30 minutes after our altercation
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| I never mentioned it to him, he kinda overprotective
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| And I know if I tell him, that he’ll beat this nigga’s skull in
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| Turn his body a skeleton, and our night’ll end terrible
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| I exhale and say, «Fuck it», and I just chose to let it go
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| (Said you’re used to getting everything your way… this not how that happens
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| this time, just gotta fuck with your boy?)
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| Walt went to St. Louis, had a full ride for his hoopin'
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| Him and his coach got into it, now he back home doin' music, aye
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| I was at Columbia, a damn near straight A student
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| I had one B in a hip-hop class, I thought that shit was stupid
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| He transferred to Robert Morris, always living down the street
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| My class let out at 2: 40 and his class let out at 3
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| Mama asked me where the hell I been and where the hell I be
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| «I'm with Walter, mom, I’m safe"I keep walkin' in here late
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| I might fall off in your bae, I get girls now, I get laid
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| I get caught up followin' Walter, I’m a product of my age
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| He talk to erry' girl in downtown Chicago
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| Wingman, I cannot fly though
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| He was in Cal with Impala, he was that nigga in the party
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| Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention
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| Plus we from the part of city that they barely mention
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| Just logged into Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned
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| We signed our names on the open mic list and then they skipped us
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| And then they skipped us again like a week later
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| Like, obviously this fuckin' host can’t read the paper
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| Hella' intimidatin', the big guy didn’t have to flex
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| So Walter walked to the host and said, «This the name you callin' next»
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| Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our welcome
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| An apple never get too far from the tree that it fell from
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| Just like my father tryna do music and hope I make it
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| Walter joined me for the journey said the city waitin'
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| PIVOT
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| Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician
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| More times than a mathematician
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| I’m in LA workin' on Bucket List Project, I get a call and get a fishy feeling
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| Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he over serious
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| My heart droppin', I’m like, «Yo, what is it?!»
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| He say he with T. Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to kill him
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| Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow they didn’t hit him
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| Sometimes I fuckin' hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin'
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| Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A. M
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| I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
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| He said he went to XSport, and they ran a full court
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| And I can not retort without thinkin' that this can’t be the reason
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| «So what else you do? |
| What about Ty? |
| Is he still cool?
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| Where you on your way from, and where you on your way to?»
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| He say he just left for dinner at a friend crib, and that’s it
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| He say «Ty don’t do shit but smoke, honestly Saba, that’s it»
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| Give him sympathy, another case of mistaken identity
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| The news prolly' gon' run this, as two gangs from different streets
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| Police questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper
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| My boy walked away unharmed, and we did Lollapalooza, yeah
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| 6 months pass by, everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day
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| I just dropped Bucket List, Walter 'bout to drop a tape
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| Everything goin' perfect, couldn’t paint a better way
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| PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln Hall
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| Then I went to talk to Sway
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| I got back home and got back on it, 'cause Walter was doin' tour dates
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| Sendin' me links to songs that he made, Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves,
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| aye
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| Grandma made us blanket plates, we played 2K, that’s just a day before
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| Fatimah got a show tomorrow, he text me, «Aye, we in that hoe»
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| I went to the barbershop, the first thing the next mornin'
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| Then I got up with Legit, we supposed to do some recordin'
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| 10 minutes into this session, I got a call from a number
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| That I don’t got saved, but I answer anyways
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| She says, «Hello, Malik, have you or Squeak
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| Talked to my son today? |
| He was just on the train.»
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| We got in the car, but we didn’t know where to drive to
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| Fuck it, wherever you are my nigga, we’ll come and find you…
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| Just another day in the ghetto
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| Oh, the streets bring sorrow |
| Can’t get out today with their schedule
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| I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
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| I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
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| I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
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| I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow |