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letra de chi's interlude ii - femdot.

[intro]
[?]
yeah
uh, look

[verse]
“dilla not the hottest boy”
i said, “you a lie”
n-ggas is sendin’ songs with a open verse, boy, that’s suicide (boy, that’s suicide)
300,000 miles, i’m runnin’ (yeah)
check engine light on but i ride (yeah)
just hit my line, i’ma slide (yeah)
just bring a friend for the guys (yeah)
we was never taught to invest, though
only how to survive (facts)
we was never taught how to deal with stress, though
only taught how to die (uh)
not to love, just to coincide
have s-x, treat it like a game (like a game)
do it before we learn how to drive (how to drive)
couldn’t make this up if i tried
i don’t even want the head
if her head gone, i’ll prolly see what her friend on
take her down while her man home
ten toes what i stand on, yeah
if i was from texas, i’d be from the [?]
how ironic, i am hykeem on the block
be the captain [?] dean cain
that’s ripley’s believe it or not (yeah)
need a drink that’s my skin color and a girl that’s my skin color
white house hate my skin color
hope the prayers get his wig peeled back
no kennedy but i been thuggin’
with charles lauste [?] after gym class (uh)
and my homie was still in the back movin’ weight like a slim fast (uh)
i’m anti-ai with the practice
i been doing this since ms. jones’ class
since when i sat by [?]
seventeen, finessin’
sixteen, was broke
at fifteen, in my pocket (uh)
fourteen, talkin’ college and i barely finished (uh)
man, ain’t that ironic (man, ain’t that ironic)
said i’m grindin’
be in tune as moses and aaron (what that mean?)
said you know that means we split the profit (yeah)
d-mn, my youngest askin’ me to buy bottles
old enough not to [?] water bottle
just to hide more vodka
it’s all out in the open unlike my problems
said i’m still learning to cope with myself (uh)
still got hope for, hope for myself
still searchin’ for growth for myself (uh)
’cause all that entitlement not gon’ help (not gon’ help, nah)
said i’m very reflective, super introspective
bittersweet struggles, ’cause i learned my lessons
i know it’s a blessin’ in it somehow (on god)
but to be quite honest, right know i been stressin’ (on god)
addicted to women who questioned desicions
the ones who tend to hesitate, no commitment
maybe as i am reflectin’, i realize that i’m probably projectin’
all the people that i invest in, serve as a reflection
that’s why i exit
either way, it’s bad business
one day, i’ma go to therapy instead of just ad-libbin’
my breakthroughs’ll come through on the pad, scribblin’
maybe then i’ma act different (maybe, maybe)
but until insurance can cover my sessions
and the black preference of a psychologist
can’t be met with flying colors
i guess it’s the music i’m left with
anyway, things less depressin’ and more about rappin’ (uh)
better than anyone you ever mention
i’m a walking win (uh)
she sat on me on sunday, she tryna [?] (uh)
i’m off the hen’ today, i’m off the gin
tell ’em we [?]
drums hit like a tommy
hittin’ l!cks, robbin’ some like my hand caught in the cotton gin
[?] buck fifty
tell ’em other n-ggas they are not touchin’ me
how they all smoke but want none with me
(how they all smoke but want none with me)

- femdot

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