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Adjacent to Famous

aspecproo

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Lyrics

Verse

Woke up in a mood and the mood was war

Broke bread with a ghost then I ate the plate

(yuh)

Two left feet but I still stomp straight

Pastor called me wicked said the wicked get weight

I don't tithe I just tip the whole state

My barber know my politics cut it crooked on purpose

Church on the corner selling guilt by the purchase

Mama said behave

I said mama I'm worth it

Pigeons on the wire look like spies in a chorus

(ay)

Whole block quiet when the mayor drive through

Kids on the curb hold phones like a rifle

I hold mine like a mirror

Ain't a single thing clearer

Everybody wanna talk till the talk turn bitter

Sunset orange like a soda I ain't finish

Dinner on the stove and it's cold and it's spinach

Count what I own and it's less than I'm worth

Still I walk in the room like I birthed the whole earth

(woo)

Kick the door gentle

Let the hinges sing tenor

Old heads argue who the greatest I forget her

Auntie on the couch say the youth got no manners

Same auntie dance when the drums get to hammer

(hah)

Punchline lazy I just let it marinate

Big man shrink when the truth get adjacent

Rat in the attic got a lease and a statement

I ain't paranoid baby I'm adjacent to famous

(yeah)

Every single cousin got a hustle and a warrant

Sunday dinner table sound louder than a courtroom

Pass the yams pass the blame pass the torch

I just pass the plate and I eat till I'm hoarse

(chyeah)

Half these rappers capes but they cap in the booth

I bring a folding chair sit right next to the truth

Teeth like a fence with a couple posts loose

Grill cost a car and it still can't chew

(ugh)

Ex told me grow up so I grew out the door

Landlord want rent I want peace and a sword

Sign the lease in a name that ain't mine anymore

Then I laugh like a villain in a discount store

(hahaha)

Preacher man pass the basket I pass him a stare

Said the lord love a giver

I said the lord love a bear

Winter get mean and the pipes start to swear

Neighbor knock twice I pretend I ain't there

(ay ay)

I been the same me since the sandbox days

Same crooked grin same terrible ways

Same hunger in the gut that the money can't faze

Same dirty white tee and it still get praise

(yuh)

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