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We speak a silent art, humble when we go to work
Diligent like Noah's Arc, negligent of Mother Earth
Father Time be on the clock trippin' when he on a perc
Sipping when the light is dark whippin' finna hit a skrrt
Screeching on a tire mark limping when we feel the hurt
Lifted when we find a spark take a chance extend a vert
Shooting with a higher arc bigger man bigger shirt
Bigger fit to size my heart oversized the introvert
Fuck it, I said don't call me the rapper, nigga, I'm Pittsburgh's Chance
All that shit y'all be talking don't even fit your stance
Y'all just an image to the game for us to make our plans
For us to make our moves, y'all just an interlude
Normally, I don't talk my shit, but the rain's about the fall
So I don't give no shits
I don't give no fucks, y'all can suck my dick
All I needed was my soul and you just sold your shit
I been depressed for awhile but
Now I smile through fog 'cause I won't be here long
I been patient with the waiting 'cause I been that strong
I never switched for the image or just to pop for a minute
I always stuck to my guns extended
My range that far
And all my niggas around me ain't never changed with the weather
When the rain pour down, we all just pulled out umbrellas
We always saw brighter days even if we walking for miles
I had enough of complaining so I'ma walk with a smile it's all good