Aiding & Abetting - Rasheed Chappell, Daniel Son, CrimeApple

Yo Yo uh Yo

This is park bench prophecy

This is my philosophy

The illest tales realest lives all come out of poverty

With no remorse

And we offer no apology

Address the court wrinkled dress shirt suede Wallabee

But no corob those involved said nothing

Masked gunmen in search of that white onion

The nigga moved to soon the lead humming

Whistled in ear his head spread like hummus

No newcomers crews they knew of us

The clientele buy and sell we move numbers

But different zones different phones a few numbers

Every law that we break we face two numbers (25)

With letters at the end

Every letter that I pen is like a letter from the pen

This mindstate behind bars we locked up

On kitchen tables our next meal get chopped up

Then pop up on avenues in vestibules

On crime blotters but our sagas never make the news

Let’s politic you want line go head and take a sniff

No genies lamps a glass pipe blow

Now make a wish, nigga

That brown bag money shit know what time it is

They scared to see how it feels

The terrors real

North side through the ends

Every night the air is chill

Hit the PSG match’n whip with the Paris wheels

My girl walk the path of greatness in a pair of heels

She got the balance

And mix it with a lot of talent

She half Italian the way she work the pot is brilliant

Never lost a challenge

And never came up short neither

Court side floor seater four door Porsche dreamer

Far removed from tryna plot an escape

So many lost in the race

Buckets tweaking dope all in his face

The chef growing with the cost of the plate

I throw the pepper shrimp sauce on the steak

On my word they see young Son popping up in the street

Need offices in the suite

Put my coffin a hundred feet

And watch me cause my pockets is getting deep

When I sleep

I try to count dollars instead a sheep

Rare pressure applied just off the reflex

I painted each step

Lessons how to cheat death

I light the blunt decrease stress

Dry clean flex

‘Lo garments catch the iron and the steam press

Whoa… whoa

The diagnosis came in the doctor certain

Yo I body everybody if my mami hurting

Cocky wordsmith brolic shotty by the toilet I drop a turd in

We starve with somalis I don’t wanna poly

Chickens on my wood like polyurethane exchange names no math

Wifey on it when I get home she probably sniff my sack

Twist the crack choking down this gas chasing Coronas down

Hold it down I heard ya dog yellow and he homeward bound

He known to treat secrets like propaganda

Man up Can’t stand ya drop the hammer leave ya top Constanza

Heckler heckle em meet Krammer time to switch the face up

My design purvey big faces akin to Jacob

Peace to killers who kill killers and split the plate up

Look out for neighbors still willing to hit crystal lake up

I call em uncles never known to fall or fumble

Cop the bundle triple up and sell it all in crumbles

Im quiet in the corner saving oxygen

Confident contemplating topics you don’t comprehend

Minor flips never made me salivate

We balance weight recalibrate

See a 1000 islands once the salad straight… what