Last Summer’s Whisper

Uh aye, aye, aye, yeah, eh

Either I'm ten toes deep in the shit
Or I'm out of it i'll be smacked then put a
Boost inside my confidence
When my posse should be
Doing something positive
But we on a roof trespassing
Just to climb again
Off the D train, the cobble where I land
Watch my two cents
Watch em wobble in my hand
One cent for the homies
I'm a model to my mans
And it's sad cause I bottle all
My problems till the end
Wash my hands, palm dirty from the train door
We work hard so wе could make more
I see niggas tryna stunt with no money
Watch еm stay poor
Then reign a price or label
I could fake four
We all eating from this table
On the same floor
And I be working out my brain so it stay sore
Super Smash Bros i just made
It into stage four
And of course I picked Kirby

Y'all already know I was gonna pick Kirby
Seriously, no way I ain't picking him
Pink Kirby, not the red Kirby
Not the yellow one