Trust The Child - Asphalt

We the north though
When we cookin up we catchin all gold tho
We ain't fuckin round and strappin with a 44
We just keep the heater in apartment for the cold though, no joke
Now slow down, grab the wall
Wiggle like you tryna make ya ass fall off
I was ten when I seen em hit the asphalt, bath salt
Coulda kept him safer than the assault, that's all
And the pavement red, you hear the crunch of the bone when they stomp the head
Oh he was fifteen or younger, could've sworn that
I bet that new concussion left his mind by the doormat
I bet that you was bitchin, you was hitching for the goal
You been itching for the jones
You could stitch and you could sew a hundred more, but you froze
And snake your God
And if you could not shake it to the bass, you're lost
Sixteen later I'm the monster, prosper
Two crab legs and a lobster
Butter and a bib, long as you ain't real, you ain't live
Jitter with the addict when I adlib (Lib)
And you hatin
You could numb it with the 'pagne or the paintin
You dependent on the drama and rating
Black mirror nosedive flow where your estate in? (I just wanna buy a house)
So you fucked up
Now you paying for a mortgage and rough love
If your glove don't fit, they don't run that shit
Musta took himself an ambi— shut the fuck up
(We pray to thee our God, this day)
(For the blessings you provide)

Written by:
Anthony Faria

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