Chuck Strangers - Lazarus lyrics

[Verse 1] For thirty talents most n***as be off balance Restore it with the writtens my hands will be all callous, in no time Got up in this b**h but just like parking They won't validate my sh** without a cosign, can't play on both sides He sleep with both eyes open, I be the token Black guy in the room full of people screaming "n***a" with me Now am I wrong if that's sitting with me? That "f** it, I wrote it, why hate if they quote it" sh** is feeling iffy And all this water got me feeling Misty, I making mad noise Tell them flamethrowers I be Blastoise in your city Dropping dope I could have dealed to Whitney Spark the piff and then he spit epiphanies, swiftly The aftermath is fifty-fifty, how you dealing with me You either healing or you k**ing, know the weapons you wielding No prosper, I be no doctor, naw, he much too sickly You must believe it though, he must be Ripley Shouts to Bozart how these buckets fitting, homie where your thinking cap at? Know what you seeking, but I ain't preaching, a deacon of sorts Hold your head boy they breaching your thoughts Have your soul for a f**ing Jesus piece and a Porsche A couple years pouring up, send a peace to your corpse We lost one...just know that I can never get that jaded If ever a bone to pick, know I'd never be dislocated I'm off one, burning with the sage for the good vibes Better know you f**ing with some good guys But if you ever feel to drop sets from your hood at us Know that in a swift moment we could be Goodfellas, it's not a game Drop flames like Mario off the flower, cardio for an hour, these n***as ain't got no heart I see TEN men, but stay with the amens, making better decisions like my wisdom teeth came in Game man, learning, if I put it in laymens terms you worms couldn't f** with an early bird at your best Young Lazarus on the rise, I'm laying it down to rest, and it's free