Skyzoo, The Other Guys - Views From The Valley lyrics

My pops named me after
Charlie Brown’s classmate
The only negro at the table but
Bet I had a plate
From where your ego can betray you
Unless you had a taste
They point like "he broke from the
Stable and he went that-a-way"
Long way from off 56th but
Still the pride of it
The wrong side of the tracks and
The Artifacts I’m colliding with
And I was just blessed with the
Gift of giving you code switch
And hands dark enough to stick out
And dig in the snow with
As true as every 8 ball
Passed around this mansion and every
Mirror it’s scraped off
And the privilege it pays for
All the shit I came for
Promises of better views
The thought of staring down the
Eyes on all this revenue never blink
And turn all this shit into more
Than I could ever think
Not a stereotype to let me sink, let me link
Between where I’m from to where I’m placed at
And pray over this blizzard I’ma whip
Up on my way back

Swear the angels float different on
This side of the city
The views get in their way but
How could blame them really, right?
Skinny black boy riding all
Through the valley
But who I’m in this ride with
Won’t never let you catch me

Top down on the ‘Vette with
Me as the passenger
Chauffeured around all these hills
But still ain’t had enough
All that do is inspire you to
See what a package does
Screaming "front me a ki’
(key)!" with my heartbeat padded up
Had enough, so don’t miss, and off of this
The way I add it up, I won’t miss
I know a brick
Without having been introduced to one
Just smaller versions in baggies
But, I’ll maneuver one siamese two for one
You know what I could do with one?
This shit could be God tier
Prove to my people how much God cares
God’s here tell whoever I’m all ears
I heard every dollar fold the ki’
(key) bagged me, it feel like I was chose
Adios i grew up where we ain’t
Never seen on no beach
But, I could run on soft sand if
I Ben Vereen on a ki’ (key)
Like "dance baby!"
For every step we was fetching
There’s your chance baby
Follow suit on all this succession

Blessings in abundance, honorary Volpe
Down to double down on my debt
Here go my whole name
Took me in at my old age
Coke career young enough to baptize
And my race card won’t ever flatline
Shit I’m always the black guy
The burden of a blessing
Mirrors really be dishes when
You working on reflections
Adopted to a zip code where
Murder ain’t a question
Just me and Charlie Brown
Here, serving and collecting, right Rob?