Lyrics black & gold interlude - Empathy

I remember going to the fuckin' corner store
The IGA to get our Black & Gold products man (Aye, EMP motherfucker!)
That home brand shit, it's what we had to do (Black & Gold!)
When you broke as fuck
It's what you gotta do (Let me take ya back, uh)
Lemme take ya back a couple years ago
Was in a hole (In a hole)
Barely makin' music, only rabbit holes of habits old (Habits old)
United with my centrefold, I'm good as gold
A minor out here diggin' holes
Won't listen to a thing he's told (Minors)
He fill his soul (Fill his soul)
With swishers, box is Black & Gold
Filter tips and then we roll (Then we roll)
Stumble down this lonely road
Bourbon bottles warm the cold (Warm the cold)
Actin' grown, actin' old, only knows the streets is so
Unforgiving rather make a living push-
Nah spitting dope (So unforgiving)
Mum and Dad and shawty
Calling up my phone they worried (Where the fuck you at?)
Trauma got my vision blurry, didn't mean to leave ya hurting (Yeah)
What a burden
They did all they could to see a different verdict (Different verdict)
But as hard they try
I still can't say I'm cleanin' up for certain (Nah)
He got swishers, box is Black & Gold
Filter tips and then we roll (Then we roll)
Stumble down this lonely road
Bourbon bottles warm the cold (Warm the cold)
Actin' grown, actin' old
Only knows the streets is so
Unforgiving rather make a living push-
Nah spitting dope (Spitting dope!)
Swishers, box is Black & Gold
Filter tips and then we roll (Then we roll motherfucker)
Stumble down this lonely road
Bourbon bottles warm the cold (Warm the cold motherfucker)
Actin' grown, actin' old
Only knows the streets is so (Acting old motherfucker)
Unforgiving rather make a living push-
Nah spitting dope (Spitting dope motherfucker)
Fuckin' spitting dope (Spitting dope motherfucker)
Rather make a- uh (Spitting dope motherfucker)
Unforgiving rather make a- (Spitting dope motherfucker)
Unforgiving rather make a living push-
Nah spitting dope (Spitting dope motherfucker)
(Unintelligible)
Real quick, just have one question for ya
When's the last time you heard a crackhead say
"I don't have any money I don't think I'm gonna smoke today"?
Never! Because it doesn't happen, they always find a way
Are you gonna let a crackhead out hustle you today?
*INSTRUMENTAL*
Imma just be over in my corner doin' my own thing
You can tuck with it or you can not fuck with it
See if I give a shit, dog
Argh, fuck it, what's another verse right? (What?)
Scrappin' my whole tape
Replace it with another verse write (Scrap that shit)
Down what I experience
But that don't make the verse right (Nah)
Ain't about the cash but
That's what make a verse, right? Argh (For real)
Man the shit I'm hearing, bunch of simple shit (Yeah)
Take it back to 94', when motherfuckers really spit (Really spit!)
Take forward, '03 reincarnated into the kid (To the kid)
"Talking shit already barely old enough to speak my man" (Ahaha)
Aye, that's just how we do it up in here
And we gettin' more booty than a fucking buccaneer bruh, uh (What?)
I just levelled up a couple tiers
If you ain't put him in S
I give 'em somethin' so sincere, look (Motherfucker)
Make 'em paranoid, they sniffing gear (*sniff sniff*)
Aggravated when ya talkin'
I just wait to see the tears now, aye
I been at this rapping shit for years (For real)
Only got a couple features
I ain't fuckin' with my peers, 'cause (Nah fuck 'em)
I'm the only one to put the work in, get it perfect (Aye aye)
'Cause these verses give me some kind of a purpose
I was workin' nine to five
But ain't get "thank you for your service" (Aye aye)
So I'm curvin' expectations
I just need a beat to murder motherfucker (Aye)