Medhane, JUNIE. - hollow

(Three, Two, One)
Yeah
Yeah
Right
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Uh
Bucket make more noise when it's hollow
Couple hundred get me to tomorrow
They beg steal borrow
Know your pride a hard pill to swallow
Getting to it fuck a almost
Put my all in
Wasting time you focused on the wrong shit
Winning regardless
Ducking when you know i'm a marksman
Niggas cant get in my fortress
Circle shrunk i cut all my losses
Mission taking dinners with bosses
Feelings recorded
Had to get it out its no rescinding the offering
Back when we was stealing from target
Used to take the bus and reach the crib in the morning
Thought you was my blood, I guess that shit was important
Cold world spinning regardless
Sewn seeds reaping the harvest
Focused and its keeping me cautious
They ain't worth a crease on the forces
Seen the river I crossed it
All the little things is enormous
Before this, three in the morning turning one to two
Seen a feen hit the pipe on Astor by the cube
They killing babies before they get the chance to go to school
We was the only Brooklyn niggas chillin' at the louvre
Acne on me like a token of my gratitude
Long way from Church Avenue
See you winning make sure you saving a bag or two
Ma ain't have a fool
Ma ain't have a fool
Ma ain't have a fool

Written by:
Medhane Olushola

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