Speak Gently (feat. Self Jupiter)

See in your boy's building, there should be an inflatable raft Use your scab (scab) Versus came bubble-wrapped in styrofoam It's pretty bland Home girl sayin', "Everybody just doin' what they can" I nodded, but nah, these dudes are trash (be honest man, be honest) Turn up at the scene of the crash I'm a bad penny I'm the feelin' after you killed 'em and seen the safe empty The weight lift like payday lendin' Face twist at the memory One machine for vending The other take empties This your land of plenty This your land of plenty It was all I could do to speak gently, gently I'm only rhymin', where the whores at? (Fuck that) But any port in a storm, black Landed balls deep in the landed gentry Port of entry, centuries Melt away as they're formed with candles My Hasidim on Broadway, a Debbie downer Sonny Corleone on the causeway, easy pass past the cowards Speak gently Speak gently No one likes a show-off But my show-off, you just can't blow off I grab the microphone with one shoe off My other Fluevog flew across the room when some shit kicked off Bodies are fallin', furniture's movin' Burners are being slapped outta niggas hands (damn) I'm from the fellowship, can you talk about your hot potato? Little sumpin' to trip off (yeah) Operator, gimme the ambulance A tambourine crash from somebody's head Pieces of wig, weaves, and dreads Fools catchin' Z's left and right (get that, get that mother) Bitches swingin' purses Security nursing themselves like it was the fallout in Chernobyl Jaw-jackers in the corner Tryna dial out but it's no signal Especially if you're usin' T-Mobile Hollywood Cole yellin', "Who want that fade?" (nigga, what's happenin'? Nigga, what's?) Got slid on his back pockets Two of the home girls giving this big bitch the business All villains, all grown-ups, only one few soldiers Generals, mostly civilians But when caps start peelin', it was actually sad Almost like watchin' a fat guy do half a push-up Scalps was pushed back when the little homies pulled up Just speakin' gently, simple Hey, hey, hey, common, hey, homie Yeah, this nigga's wanted On the real, though Ah, on the real, nigga, what? Oh, shit, nigga Gimme the, gimme that shit, gimme that motherfucker I'm finna let these motherfuckers So we're there, we're just like, talking or whatever (What's goin' on, what's goin' on, what's goin' on?) And I'm explaining (whatever, whatever) how's your new place? And so anyway, I had missed the whole thing 'Cause I didn't get the piece of mail, blah, blah, blah, you know how it goes You gotta get your mail forwarded, you gotta get your mail forwarded I'm like, "Yo I know, I know, get organized" And you know, copping a plea, whatever But then, later, I'm sit, I'm, I'm like thinking, like Why I don't get my mail like You don't get your mail forwarded when you're poor Let me explain to you, right I lived in this building for like Almost 20 years (just say 20 years) And almost the whole time I lived there, I got mail for Rolodon I got mail for Mr. Sahadi I got a lot of mail, I was getting everybody's mail People you don't know You know, so I'm getting all these people's mail for like 15 years, I'm getting these people's mail 20 years, I'm getting these people's mail And now, I come to another spot and the mailbox full of other people mail People who don't want they mail forwarded, you know what I mean? And you could tell 'Cause you'd look at the mail and it's creditors, car insurance It's the, it's the hospital bills, police, man Ambulance, insurance That's why you don't get your mail forwarded (child protective services) Somebody getting my mail right now After I'm dead, they still gon' be getting my mail I'm getting your mail I'm reading it, it says you're broke