Something sinister to it

The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving

Through the city with criminals stealthWelcome to enemy turf

Harder than immigrants work

Golf is stitched into my shirt

Get up off the pavement

Brush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche

Can I get that, loud-

Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder

It′s probably been 12 years since my father left

Left me fatherless

And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jest

When honestly, I miss this nigga like when I was six

And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it

16, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots

I storm that whole bottle, I′ll show you a role model

Drunk pissy pissing on somebody's front lawn

Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate

Mama often was offering peace offerings

Think, wheeze, cough, scoffin' and he′s off again

Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that

And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap

Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks

From honor roll to crackin′ locks up off them bicycle racks

I'm indecisive, I′m scatterbrained, and I'm frightened

It′s evident in them eyes, where you hiding all them icicles at

Something sinister to it

The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving

Through the city with criminals stealth

Welcome to enemy turf

Harder than immigrants work

Golf is stitched into my shirt

Get up off the pavement

Brush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche

Can I get that, loud-

Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder

Time-lapse, bars rhymin', heart′s bottomless pit

Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did

We were the potty mouth posse, crash the party and dip

With all belongings then toss ′em out to the audience

Nothing was fucking awesome trying to make it from the bottom

His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter′s knee cartilage is

Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnish his spliffs

With Keef particles and entering apartments through 'zine articles

Tolerance through boundaries, I know you happy now

Craven and these Complex fuck niggas done track me down

Just to be the guys that did it like, "I like attention"

Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense

I′m supposed to be grateful, right?

Like, "Thanks so much," you made my life harder

And the ties between my mom and I are strained and tightened

Even more than they were before all of this shit

Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits

Something sinister to it

The pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving

Through the city with criminals stealth

Welcome to enemy turf

Harder than immigrants work

Golf is stitched into my shirt

Get up off the pavement

Brush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche

Can I get that, loud-

Let me get that beat in my headphones, louder