Shyheim - CHESTNUT lyrics

Sextus to Lucretia to niggas pointing
Nails up at the youth
That’s banging heaters for the shit
Up in the meters (add adlib after meters)

Ain’t no "good boy" to a boy darker
Than Okiku, just "oh WELL, Shell"
Know that boy evil

Streets showed love though, like
Guandisimo to Wanda
When no heart emojis typed by the Cosmos

Fetti got bipolar disorder
Like he just outta
Order, don’t try to treat it
Just say fix the nozzle
Bottle up these feelings and I’ll bust
On niggas like a carbonation rush

The aqueducts will bust and
Family don’t say much

Not to mention Oklahoma’s poverty rate
17 percent ain’t got no cents
To keep the leaves raked
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He fake, follow trends just like a
Statistician, he see his homie itching
Then he gotta grab the Smith n’

But ain’t thought about his feelings
Probably neglected in his home, all alone
Need to feel admitted

I feel it
Middle school was no Lays with the double ham

More like Charlotte
Had me caught up in a web

Picked on everyday
These niggas always tried to catch my fade

Ready to scrap, I had that work like El Tigre

Life ain’t easy, for a young black
Kiume, that’s why he like arthroscopy, needy
(add adlibs after this rhyme)

Not always explicitly, but peeling caps
Up in the streets
A bag of trail mix that they forgot to eat

Ain’t no table for me cuz I don’t belong
Call me chestnut, call me chestnut
Ain’t no table for me cuz I don’t belong

Always on the road, tryna make the money long
Call me chestnut, call me chestnut
Always on the road, tryna make the money long
Call me chestnut, call me chestnut
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Sorry if my mind scatter
Like I’m Louis Armstrong (oooo wee)

But, that’s how it is when
You always feeling weak

Growing up was bleak
I had to fortify IV like iron sheik

Always called a freak, the Son of Sam
Was always with the geeks

Crying everyday, but something told me
"keep it lowkey"

Dad always busy
Mama back and forth from Boley

Never got to spend a day with Keke in a sauna

First hood nigga who ain’t close to his mama

Fuck that tho, I let the globe gift
Me with some girls so sunny
The skin need Coppertone

No cameras shown, lotta assets
Like bitch, I’m grown
Tryna swim in billions like I’m John Malone

Cuz I was raised where the laundry hang from
The oak trees, Ramen was our only feast
And had no electricity
Kinda feeling like a batch
Of eggs catching hands
From a whisk, cooked on a skillet, yea
Kinda beat

Cousin beat me till I looked
Like Liv in iZombie, truthfully
That was the threat that
Forced me in passivity

Said "shut the fuck up"
‘fore your tears make my tea

Cuz I didn’t clean, man
The cow strolled to the pasture with that

But honestly we all pulled our thatch