Lyrics If I (feat. Brain Rapp) - Nenjah Nycist
Yeah,
yeah
For
all
my
real
niggaz
Fuck
a
vegan
bitch,
I'm
'bout
this
chicken
When
opinions
turn
facts
that's
when
I
stop
listening
You
can
read
a
scripture
for
every
bar
I've
written
I
did
DMT
and
low
key
it
enhanced
my
vision
It's
the
Last
Of
Us
and
truthfully
this
shit
is
clicking
While
they
shooting
up
that
white
horse,
Red
Dead
Redemption
That
was
some
bars
for
the
gamers
that
they
never
mention
Nerds
from
the
hood
that
watch
anime
and
still
push
yo
shit
in,
uh
Back
when
it
was
snowy,
me
and
my
dog
no
TinTin
Homie
fuck
with
that
wet
but
nah
he
couldn't
glisten
His
crib
was
always
melancholy,
he'd
get
trapped
by
the
tension
Holes
in
the
wall,
mentally
caged
he
was
fenced
in
Infinite
peace
and
wisdom,
I'll
forever
wish
him
but
now
It's
real
swords
every
time
we
fencing
A
thin
line
between
love
and
hate
is
like
inches
You
ain't
a
boss
if
you
ain't
got
no
henchmen
my
nigga
I
send
them
gift
cards
for
they
fam
around
Christmas
Honest,
I
need
a
Giannis,
big
bucks
my
only
interest
A
black
Rurouni
Kenshin,
gotdamn
yo
did
I
mention
I'm
nice,
ya
diamonds
phony
like
me
around
my
dad's
wife
I
was
probably
a
crack
pipe
in
my
fucking
past
life
They
left
money
on
the
table,
I
watched
and
got
the
bag
right
Back
when
I
used
to
snatch
bikes
I
was
illin'
If
I
sold
my
soul
then,
I
would've
made
a
million
If
I
sold
my
soul
now,
I
could
make
a
billion
If
I
sold
my
soul
tomorrow,
I
could
make
a
trillion
but
I'm
chillen
You
know
the
vibes
The
fucked
up
thing
about
is
You
can't
practice
living
The
path
I've
driven
Make
you
Crash
like
Activision
Lacked
a
vision
in
my
past
Future
like
a
NASA
mission
Shooting
for
the
stars
Til
I'm
ghost
like
apparition
I'm
no
mathematician
I
know
some
algebra
Do
the
numbers
See
green
like
algae
bruh
If
I
can
solve
x
I
can
get
the
y
Drawing
lines
between
the
dots
We're
connected
by
Til
the
day
I
leave
this
vessel
Kiss
my
flesh
goodbye
I'll
be
coming
in
the
spot
Looking
extra
fly
Even
as
an
old
head
The
more
I
wrinkle
The
more
I'm
seasoned
The
more
I
sprinkle
The
better
life
tastes
Coming
out
of
left
field
Has
put
me
in
the
right
place
At
the
right
time
My
mind
state's
a
nice
space
Well
designed
Written
in
my
favorite
typeface
You're
sniffing
white
paste
Must
be
huffing
glue
Sharpies
stuck
into
Your
nostrils,
nah
chill
This
is
nothing
new
Just
a
little
more
comfortable
In
my
own
skin
Watching
close
friends
Hang
careers
up
like
clothespins
I'ma
that
motherfucker
With
his
eyes
open
Til
the
curtain
falls
down
And
the
walls
close
in
Damn
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