Laundry Day - GQ

That feeling

That feeling

Woke up from a nightmare

Twice before the sun rose

Every time I write it’s laundry day the way it unfolds

Pieced up, sneaking through a crowd

That’s when he unload on innocence

Hole in heart bigger than Pun clothes

Living with a different calling

Police at front doors

Banging more than colors

Rainbows, can’t jump those

Wish that I could talk to Rosa

Maybe have some blunts rolled

She could tell me how it really feel to sit in front rows

Made from a different cloth

Why we need to stunt clothes?

Last time he seen his daughter she was just a month old

I feel for 'Tone, probably why I’m scared to have my own

Family only matter, when the television’s on

It’s hella kids grown, childhood abandonment

News tell us anything, never been a fan of it

I don’t sell dope but everyone around me does

Hardly wear red but everyone around me blood, huh

Talking to a youngster on the street

Asking for a couple dollars just so he can eat

I probably would’ve gave him some if I had it

I mean, I got a 20 on me, but I need it for my habit

The rabbit try to run game, especially on a tortoise

Layaway, mama-way, just say she can’t afford this

2:28 she still thankful what the stork sent

Try to see but they don’t, Mr. walk-and-talk it

Need a pick-me-up, Long Island or a forklift

Life a game, devil tryna convince me to forfeit

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Peep It, Ay

Was in a lodge for weeks

Had a dream Martin hit the weed, hit the podium, and then forgot his speech

Ain’t talking Houston when I say I’m where the rockets reach

Walking 'round with my chest out like it’s a topless beach

Thoughts in my head I do not release

When they finally get it they listen like when Obama speak

You know its bad to turn your work in when it’s not complete

That’s how I see you niggas, weak as fuck, why compete?

Let me rock this beat easier than college freaks

Use to run through lifestyles I was Robin Leach

Said they kings, nigga sold his only Polynice

Was turf dancing in Steve Madden’s and Wallaby’s

I took it back with that, free Jack, I heard he home

Got that Watson flesh with some birdie bones

In any hood I’m Jim Boheim, I’m learning zone

I’m going in like I got pulled over with dirty chrome

I had curve and chrome, coke had me drinking Goose

Will bout as high as an alley that I was throwing duece

In high school I needed suit and long chain

Eastmont ain’t been the same since the mall changed

That’s a random fact but fuck it, let me vent a few

Only time a good year for you is when a blimp done flew

So high I’m driving with my hands at 10 and 2

Money in the ceiling, my bad I had to win for loot

Ya dig?