Month In Brooklyn

A lot of sample work Niggas know them samples worth it Working through my damaged hurt Working up the canvas Getting candid before I crash and burn Knowing that I had to learn this banter Before I pass the words Cancelled when I had to put the pencil To my passive verse And now I pass the herb And actively get mad At when they acting like they had it first You know I had a verse so personal And packed with purpose It packed a punch and made an urge To get to cracking curses On his first and last trip I get the cash and heard it The only task was "Get a bag, if you can drag it further" Only mass is why I imagine when I'm actually searching deep To find what I could keep Then give some back to you Oh how I'm meant to make a dent in all these massive rooms My baby asking me "Your actions take advantage" You lonely when you gapping on me Happy when it passes through I told her I'll get back to you