Sketch Alley

Lets pretend like this life is really great
Like I'm really eating meals off of silver dinner plates
I don't know what you be thinking dog I'm Living the Gutta bruh
Peaking out the shutters y'all rite where they murdered him
Lost soul yeah that's really what I'm talking bout
Out here every night rite up on that corner now
Bin a sketch alley veteran since like fourteen
Grange park pharmacist leaning off of codeine
Dark nights curled up underneath any bridge
Shout out Larry Clarke and all of us misfit kids
Cold in the spring freezing in the fall
Till I made the pain work fiends shooting in a stall
Blood splatter looks like art if you bin around a while
Welcome to the fucking hood where we ain't never smile
Shit I wrote my first rhyme living in a motel
Shout out Montoro Scarborough y'all know yo

I bin waiting for my time like Four One Nine
One minute on the clock slow it down don't rush mine
High till the day I die ain't nobody tell us different
Living life on the fringes fuck off ta all the critics
I bin waiting for my time like Four One Nine
One minute on the clock slow it down don't rush mine
High till the day I die ain't nobody tell us different
Living life on the fringes fuck off ta all the critics

Lets pretend like me rapping doesn't even matter
What about the two fans who be battling cancer
Who told me that my music makes them smile
One of them has chemo other one green mile
I don't know what to say either way its no good
Maybe that's why I'm always writing in my note book
Never did nothing everyone around me said I should
Fired from all my jobs I'm getting money from the hood
Only way that I know how to fucking make it out
If they ain't gonna give it up that's when you take em out
Life is so precious yo I hope you don't forget it tho
I'm living on a pedestal my life is what I'm giving you
Every single rhyme that I've ever fucking spitted out
Story of my life pal I'm wishing on forgiveness now
I pray to god that my homies they make it
Wishing on stars while we living in these vacant's one love

I bin waiting for my time like Four One Nine
One minute on the clock slow it down don't rush mine
High till the day I die ain't nobody tell us different
Living life on the fringes fuck off ta all the critics
I bin waiting for my time like Four One Nine
One minute on the clock slow it down don't rush mine
High till the day I die ain't nobody tell us different
Living life on the fringes fuck off ta all the critics