Mach-Hommy, ​billy woods - 383 Myrtle lyrics

Yeah, it ain't it ain’t no free rides, man

For all my pretension, still mix up tenses
Thought I was pensive
Til' you seen the light on the pen tip
Hypertensive
This thing of ours, it's no pensions
Jay said "he bout a dollar
What the fk’s this 50 cent shit,?"
Shakespearean vengeance
Rest assured, there's curtains at the ending
Don't talk about love
Love that shit expensive
You don't know what it cost
Just to keep the friendship
HBO original print hanging near the entrance
Foyer, if you prеfer
Freight paid by ghosts sittin'
Top those bеnches
They died deep in the trenches
They got stripes and tin metals
You chuckle but time turned many
A pot to a kettle
Regardless, kept the balance in a ledger
Fk a stash
Life and death top drawer of the dresser
Everybody gots to go, but yo no pressure
Took the lectern at the lecture
Half open for Malcolm at the Autobahn
But nobody made the effort
Modern day christ waitin' for
The Romans every night they never came
Worked a 9-to-5 his whole life
Died once, feeling cheated
Couldn't put his finger on it
Operation Stackola over the chronic
Just my two cents, pay no mind
It costs you nothing
But maybe you gotta come outta
Pocket to appreciate something
The numbers wasn't what you expected to see
Huh? Sometimes it’s COD
Sometimes you pay years later in
Ways you never even dreamed