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All my pockets blue cheese, I ain't got no wings though
She chose chicken dinner, not a winner, Carl Winslow
Nigga hating on my wins, why, I guess his wins low
I just hit my second wind running but they wind low
Step on shit like stomp the yard, who creeping through my window
The problems people place in front me, squeeze them like a pimple
I seemed relaxed that's cause I am but nothings just that simple
I play aloof, I'm not a fool, come find out what it's hitting for
Wise man, not a fool
Foresight and hindsight keep me well protected
From all moves that they planned against me
They ain't think I stood a chance but here I am still standing homie
No fam no friends, I'm standing lonely
They ain't give no assistance, but they all shared their opinions
But if it's one thing I've learned through my existence
It's trust my wisdom
No matter what nobody say, always trust yourself kid
Cause you've protected yourself better than anybody else did
All my pockets blue cheese, I ain't got no wings though
She chose chicken dinner, not a winner, Carl Winslow
Nigga hating on my wins, why, I guess his wins low
I just hit my second wind running but they wind low
Step on shit like stomp the yard, who creeping through my window
The problems people place in front me, squeeze them like a pimple
I seemed relaxed that's cause I am but nothings just that simple
I play aloof, I'm not a fool, come find out what it's hitting for
How your family do magic on you, it ain't work bitch
Text my grandma phone to let her know that you can't curse a gift
Spirit rich can't purchase this
Even if I could put it in a jar and sell it
People still wouldn't know what to do if they had it
I done growled up
I'm not the same old me so please don't play with this
Go to war bout my peace, I do not mind showing what danger is
Peripheral watching all blinds spots, I know what the angel is
Whatever you do me, you do yourself, hears your reflection
All my pockets blue cheese, I ain't got no wings though
She chose chicken dinner, not a winner, Carl Winslow
Nigga hating on my wins, why, I guess his wins low
I just hit my second wind running but they wind low
Step on shit like stomp the yard, who creeping through my window
The problems people place in front me, squeeze them like a pimple
I seemed relaxed that's cause I am but nothings just that simple
I play aloof, I'm not a fool, come find out what it's hitting for