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by Apollo Brown & Skyzoo

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After years of mutual respect, circling each other in collaborations, tours, style and respect, two titans of their craft have finally collided in Apollo Brown & Skyzoo’s “The Easy Truth.” The album is everything you’ve dreamt it would be: breakneck instrumentals and syllables crafted to make your head spin. The marriage between Detroit instrumentals and NYC wordplay has never been more cohesive. Themes range from police brutality to NY ambitions; Skyzoo shows you the world the way he sees it.

Recorded and produced in Detroit, “The Easy Truth,” is the perfect distillation of hiphop influences. Every moment on the album is a loaded question, a perspective positing a notion of truth, the convergence of grit and symphony.

Joining the artists on the record are Joell Ortiz, Westside Gunn, Stalley, Conway and Patty Crash, a reciprocal band of guests that only add depth and richness to the duo’s chemistry. Coming September 30th, “The Easy Truth,” is true to its titular description: honest, fluid, and organic.

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released September 30, 2016

produced by Apollo Brown
vocals by Skyzoo

recorded by Tate McBroom @ LabCabinRoyalOak
mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc
mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A Detroit

Executive Producer Michael Tolle

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Track Name: One In The Same (feat. Patty Crash)
My pops said timing is money ain't it?, I prayed over my watch and promised I wouldn't waste it,
no sir, and it's no blurs, no vision tainted,
nor is the hue on this inf beam, ain't shit adjacent,
I'm in a place where to aim is like Tryna kill a basement,
the same basement I drew up on dreams in a basement, money loud, like the only way we can live is blatant,
until it muffles the crowd and then it get complacent,
bet placing, 3 dice, triplets,
keep mine in trips and I need mine in sixes,
pardon me G-O, I'm a Capricorn with tendencies bordering Leo,
I was told that I would be Birdie but wanted to be Theo,
I was 12 falling asleep to the thought of a kilo,
I was 12 in advanced classes as bored as a free throw, my mother's biggest fear was me coming home with a P.O,
so I never came home with one, never saw the back of a cop car,
but saw the back of a cop soul with his glock drawn,
and saw the souls hop out of the women I hopped on,
and saw Paesos on the V.I. like "Sky Dawg it gotta be you",
you fathered everybody out on the move,
rappers doing alotta ugly tie shopping in June,
I'm on the other side of the table like none of that's important
but still I'm smiling on it cuz it's obviously true,
I'm true enough to admit,
that we grew up the same, we grew, up on a flip,
as if that was God's word,
intriguing how God works, and, how a rod works,
and a bent card works, and how we thought it the same,
and you get caught in the aim, of my side by sides,
birdies on a Hail Mary like, "la da da",
rumor has it Bro is like Von Miller on the line,
you false start and shit'll turn thriller on a dime,
I'm just filling in the time that I promised I wouldn't throw out,
Tryna catch a lick with my ace boon 'fore we close out,
I move around lower than Ace do when I roll out,
Hennessy blood stream, I bleed and it'll flow out,
and due to the circumstance that we was all placed in,
the only way that we'll be complacent is off of payments,
and there go that word again, see how we all waiting?,
the easier the truth the quicker you'll all face it
Track Name: Jordan's & a Gold Chain
Verse 1:
Giving a fuck, I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up, and still is, shit it still is depending where you living, and I'm still in the 'Stuy so "do or die" is still religion, and Louboutin imprints where bitches know the difference, and diamonds are forever so I'm still about a prism, the now and the later like it's sitting in the prism or prison, depending on if you pronounce different, wait, that's Alotta lines, let me pull back the limits, I mean that's only half like when I'm throwing her my rhythm, but back to the soliloquy, like back to it literally, where all of this is off of the back of the truest vision, the sight shooting 20 for 20, cut in twos, and the theme is Carmines and visits to Russian Jews, find me in Carmines at Carmine's, a check on my neck and my chicken parm is soft fried, just following tradition baby

Hook:
Giving a fuck,
I thought Jordan's & a gold chain
Was living it up, like yo it is ain't it?!,
Word over here is that it is ain't it?!,
Well ok, 'cause I'm in mine now,
Giving a fuck,
I thought Jordan's & a gold chain
Was living it up, like yo it is ain't it?!,
Word over here is that it is ain't it?!,
Well ok

Verse 2:
Now how can I perfect this?, living reckless, die for my section, the same one where you can get killed without any questions, cops and exes, whether past tense or expected, like who you was fucking or wherever your last breath is, or breathe like a Breevort anthem for where the 'Jects is, it breathe different like blowing rent money in Red Stix, Cuban Linx grams with a lavender fluorescence, that's 5 mics all on your necklace, it's just what we wanted to get what we wanted and sit on the numbers, doors off like the winter's the summer, and put a check on rewind where recollecting is fine, tryna loop it like if we forgot to signal the drummer, preached to us like if there was a plate set in front of us, and loud like if a clip was emptied out like if we found where the drummer was, hands in the plate that's in front of us, the same ones mimicking whatever the drummer does, just following tradition baby

"A Couple Dollars"
Verse 1:
In love with a mattress that was somewhat outta place, where due to old habits it can double as a Chase, talking major key, let it cut you out a case, and Tryna run the city til it run you outta state, told us all of this is straight, and it's worth what you wait on, staring at the exit like "yo I Tryna stay long", kitchen table decorator situate a plate on, Jeśus heavy is the head the crown lay on, but all of this straight, running outta state is what you play for and stay for, to turn to what you leave for, get your 16 on, like talking mic check, throw the beat on, or talking bout a key but being 20 OZ short, 16 ain't enough, Andre features, as quick as you can be on, you'll be gone, waiting on a detour, couple U-turns to where you belong, at best you can get your sight see on

Hook:
Just need a couple dollars,
A couple dollars baby,
Bet you I can plug 'em
Til the wallet dropping babies,
Just need a couple dollars,
A couple dollars baby,
Told if I can get 'em,
All of them will save me,
Saved in a drop top BM,
Right side, DM,
All praise due up,
Tell him when I see him,
Started with a couple dollars baby,
Was told if I can get 'em,
All of them will save me
It's off a couple dollars

Verse 2:
And it sounds like beautiful like the truth, like "she bad but even more beautiful in the coupe", and seeing that was seeing all that I would need to pursue, the e-class that was used to corner me off the stoop, was as clean as the book that your hand on, when you prayed that we stayed away from them anthems, fuck is left for us except for us to go stand on, a box with a rope and a bottle of Spade, carpe diem, carpe diem, make it pop it for the day, I threw money to jeweler, sneaker box full of change, know me, I'm no better I'm about it the same, 'cause on a box with a rope is how we got in this frame, now flick it up, one time for 'em, one time for 'em, know it's lit if they in here with the 9 on 'em, one time for em, one time for em, and the parades lining up along the side for 'em, couple dollars
Track Name: A Couple Dollars (feat. Joell Ortiz)
Verse 1:
In love with a mattress that was somewhat outta place, where due to old habits it can double as a Chase, talking major key, let it cut you out a case, and Tryna run the city til it run you outta state, told us all of this is straight, and it's worth what you wait on, staring at the exit like "yo I Tryna stay long", kitchen table decorator situate a plate on, Jeśus heavy is the head the crown lay on, but all of this straight, running outta state is what you play for and stay for, to turn to what you leave for, get your 16 on, like talking mic check, throw the beat on, or talking bout a key but being 20 OZ short, 16 ain't enough, Andre features, as quick as you can be on, you'll be gone, waiting on a detour, couple U-turns to where you belong, at best you can get your sight see on

Hook:
Just need a couple dollars,
A couple dollars baby,
Bet you I can plug 'em
Til the wallet dropping babies,
Just need a couple dollars,
A couple dollars baby,
Told if I can get 'em,
All of them will save me,
Saved in a drop top BM,
Right side, DM,
All praise due up,
Tell him when I see him,
Started with a couple dollars baby,
Was told if I can get 'em,
All of them will save me
It's off a couple dollars

Verse 2:
And it sounds like beautiful like the truth, like "she bad but even more beautiful in the coupe", and seeing that was seeing all that I would need to pursue, the e-class that was used to corner me off the stoop, was as clean as the book that your hand on, when you prayed that we stayed away from them anthems, fuck is left for us except for us to go stand on, a box with a rope and a bottle of Spade, carpe diem, carpe diem, make it pop it for the day, I threw money to jeweler, sneaker box full of change, know me, I'm no better I'm about it the same, 'cause on a box with a rope is how we got in this frame, now flick it up, one time for 'em, one time for 'em, know it's lit if they in here with the 9 on 'em, one time for em, one time for em, and the parades lining up along the side for 'em, couple dollars
Track Name: Basquiat On The Draw (feat. Westside Gunn & Conway)
Another day another dime, another way to kill some time, another tester to the crowd, point blank at the sublime, another way to get us paid from orchestrating up a line, and the Genius annotation and debating with the blind, word to SAMO, and my accolades from up off of Legos, and day ones who get you your shipments in Winnebagos, the penning of the God like a scene by the seed of Matilda and Gerard or the lift of a Chopard, my records is over nighters that turn into over never, in hands that'll hold you second like I'm lifting a Chopard, two up outta one, automatic the entendres, or two up outta one like taking talcum on a prom date, it's grey bottoms for the city in here and grey bottoms for the biddies in here, I got you love, I been one of one from day one, top 3 where I came from, Basquiat on the draw you see where they got their trace from, right?

Hook:
It sounds like Basquiat on the draw,
The price tag got Kukoc range,
The loop so straight,
All of this can flip from the door,
It's outlines on whatever you want,
It's Basquiat on the draw
Track Name: The Vibes
Verse 1:
Wassup with the vibes, wassup with the vibes, we just Tryna keep it where the aura stay alive, like pardon us for breathing like if we in '95, shit we just Tryna double everything that come to mind, so wassup with the vibes, wassup with the city, I'm double sole, grey bottom grown if you dig me, I'm G Rap in the pocket with Apollo on the symphony, the top come off the truck like if "duh-duh-duh man" was with me, And I'm from out the 'Stuy, they call it do or die, like please don't let all these urban outfitters lead you blind, but we just Tryna vibe, shit we just Tryna vibe, and get a couple City Scapers jumping in the ride, and park in front of Soco back to back like we in line, and leave the speakers jumping while we take over inside, ignorance is bliss and bet there's beauty all in mine, like we just want the city back to be in it's design

Hook:
Wassup with the vibes?
Wassup with the vibes?
Wassup with the vibes baby,
Wassup with the vibes?
(Repeat 4x)

Verse 2:
Wassup with the vibes, wassup with the payout, I'm here to make it shake before I skate up on my way out, I'm AZ agenda, either one, know what they 'bout, I'm top 5, feet up on the table, move the plate out, now wassup with the vibes, and passing up a crown, I play the 808 like I was backing something down, like pull up parallel and get to backing back around, know I'm from the 'K so that's exactly how I sound, addicted to trophies, so bet that's what I shoot at, and bet she talking replay if I ever go and shoot that, women crush passenger, 7 on my jersey, an arm in my PR's, double meaning, early, addicted to trophies, so bet that's what I shoot for, I shoot like accolades is the only thing the roof for, wrote like half your playlist so I'm all up in your two door, so either way you put it im exactly who you root for
Track Name: On The Stretch & Bob Show
They looking at me to carry a baton like carrying on a stanza, wasn't really aiming, I happened to take a gander, caught it now and now they calling it casualties of the banter, if I'm talking out the side my neck, I'm all cancer, I'm Charles Lee Ray on the break looking for Santas, who would've thought a murder could be an extravaganza, Tryna move Eddie Caputo up on a mantle, and lead Andy out on the break to play the example, talk about a baton, that's the passing of the guard, my corner crowded with Gods like I'm passing the Quran, I'm passing thru with the word and car note for a scarf, I'm part Yves Saint Laurent and part Panther, gave 'em residue like base, lost steps, I heard beats and caught bodies, you caught breaths, I'm part Vera and part Tech, part brownstones, part 'Jects, and nah I'll never be Nets, I grew up where shit's less cautious, more Cassius, know the corner store so well I can walk backwards, where going OT on the start is in small factions, they throw the rock all thru the Fort like Mark Jackson, this rap shit turned into horse and soft practice, my dress code will get me fined, more blackness, 16's I'm less Curry, more Westbrook, so staying 30 feet out the lane is all ad-libs, and all the WCW's that you screenshot, got the front door to my building like a supreme drop, treat me like the Lord I double 'em like a restock, strung 'em underground and now they looking for Cheif Rock, and really these ain't lines, it's throwing diesel, pedestal high enough to clothesline eagles, sympathy aside y'all will go in the trunk, my bio is Riley Freeman meets Thelonious Monk, and now they call me old school, they said the same to Andre, flow all keys and it's 88 like a Steinway, until their top 5 is applauding me like a stronjay, it get a lil Wilder to reach, I'm Deontay, It ain't hard to tell because there's nothing to tell, my rep did all of the talking, it's a wonderful braille, and whether we talking pens or we get to talking limbs, we still talking how I'm a walking XXL, 12 years of valedictorians under my belt, let the plug know he lucky I ain't jump on a scale, this is more or less battery acid on a notes app, looking for your fave, you follow him where the smoke's at, Henny on the steering wheel, playing with the law, it turned into grey bottoms on stage at the awards, just in case y'all was lost I'm the face in the Forbes, ghostwriting is everything they claimed that it was, I'm straight
Track Name: Spoils To The Victor
Verse 1:
So you pick out your lane, and turn Kramer with the room if they get you some paint, with no open mics for you to go blow your lights, but shit they don't hear you anyway they just listen for names, mine is in a lane that I ain't ever get to widen, but I could barely fit I almost had to whip beside it, cause duke I wasn't put here just to settle for the echoes, I'm more so in sprinter trucks and dinner with the Blige's, but still around the way, around the corner by the projects, them youngins on the reach is Cardi B'ing with them rockets, or calling up Maria for a liter, maybe white, maybe tan, signing out like G&B as far as product, the girl and the boy, G&B, see the logic?, if we debating Grammys 'least we even on the target, I'm targeting a dollar and a way to make it dance, the irony of playing yin and yang with all this profit, the spoils to the victor

Hook:
Spoils to the victor, spoils to the victor,
Zipping up a bag, and the bag a lil richer,
Zipping up a bag, and the bag a lil richer,
Said they Tryna aim it at
Whoever fit the picture,
Maybe y'all, uh, maybe us,
Maybe y'all, uh, maybe us,
Maybe y'all, uh, maybe us,
But do believe, that when we up,
It's spoils to the victor

Verse 2:
Do believe, easy as the truth can be, Mookie from the jersey to the J's, all beautifully, 40 and a mule or whatever if we do agree, easy as a stop & frisk turning to a shooting spree, DT's jumping out the back is nothing new to me, truthfully, I be more surprised when they ain't moving me, said to zip a bag without Tryna fit a bag like get to running with your bag or you'll be running to your eulogy, graphic, pardon me, let's just make a note of that, snapchat etiquette, like I ain't mean to show you that, we be in the crowd that they seem to be around, so if it's cars to audience, then seat us where Oprah at, and don't a day go by, that we ain't Tryna blow by, complicated repeats, all of this is bow tie, first words we knew, buy low, throw high, write it in your prayers baby, know why?, spoils to the victor
Track Name: Visionary Riches
Verse 1:
I sees you, bet that I sees you, swear I caught the vision when nobody believed you, so I had to see you, I came thru to see you, I just wanna kick it some, shit I won't keep you, all that you want right?, it hit like diesel, it get ahold of you and it refuses to leave you, but then when your palm itch, and you cash all in, that's me on the call in, I told you I sees you, my vision exact, so if you get to react, know the difference in that is they don't get where you at, but see I get where you at, so I wait at the door, so ambition won't pretend to save the day anymore, by any more of any means, let that feeling breathe, you look for your desires, well, I'm where the ceiling be, and I got time to hook you like you're tied off, I'm like pandemic if you got time for it, visionary riches

Hook:
Visionary riches, visionary riches,
If God is your witness,
Then may God forgive us,
Or may God forgive YOU for being indifferent,
All I did was swing THRU to feed your addiction
And there wasn't a moment there that I didn't listen,
And you talking that dream shit, I gave you position
And whenever you dreaming, I keep up your vision,
And now all that I need is, to be what you envision


Verse 2:
Admit you never felt more alive than riding shotgun on your way to the lot with a lil shoebox love, and pulling off in a coupe of your own, due to your own feeding of your desires all truthfully shown, like never mind dealing with the dealers ever again, word to the box that your white and red 11s was in, you turned the box into a vault and now you're parking by the court, blueprint track 4, with one of those on your right, fast forward the light, you know you low on your sights, but shit the dopest feeling you could ever hold in your life, is that there, and the stares that come along, it turns into a high 'bout as clear as the drummer song, and now you gotta feed it, now you gotta feed it, standing ovation, encore proceeding, fuck what they be talking, just listen to the speakers, never steer you you wrong, just let me do the leading, visionary riches

Verse 3:
And never would I judge you, said that I would stay close but never said I loved you, I mean you love me right?, that's enough for both of us, never said for you to let your trust go and open up, but you never could hear me, you just played the receiver, funny how the greed can y'all turn into the grievers, and I'm a streetcar named desire in the color that you wanted and a serenade humming thru your speakers, in visionary riches
Track Name: They Parked A Bentley On The Corner
They parked a Bentley on the corner, pulled in the baddest Bitch you could've thought of, hit the roof and all we smelled was sour and vanillaroma, hit the drop down on the window, pushed a 100 out to touch us, hand sticking out the dark it was like a Nas cover, I was like "if God love us, that'll be us like tomorrow", I mean, shit could be today but we ain't weak enough to borrow, know the season on the way, we can keep it at tomorro, uh, or sweeter than Anita if it need it to be in sorrow, and we caught up in the rapture of 100 in the trunk, Tryna serenade the flip, couple lines, hit the tuck, off the rip like it was Lionel, rest in peace to Chinx, I'm just looking for a SUV, especially a brinks, get a hit and shit'll switch like y'all can keep y'all goals, floor seats with Bay and Melo and Leon Rose, and I suppose, my addiction off a Nostrand Ave vision set the continental bar for living, they parked a Bentley on the corner

Hook:
They parked a Bentley on the corner,
A Bentley on the corner,
And as quick as we saw it,
It became all that we wanted,
Pay for it in $20s
they'll be counting all morning,
The money all local
but the dreams all foreign,
That's a Bentley on the corner,
A Bentley on the corner,
And as quick as we saw it,
It became all that we wanted,
Pay for it in $20s
they'll be counting all morning,
The money all local
but the dreams all foreign,
That's a Bentley on the corner

Verse 2:
They parked a Bentley on the corner, wide body frame, quarter water, we was young and Tryna run and we was floored from off the aura, star gazing, ain't no way that this is right here on the corner, we was young and Tryna run up on the bitches, Jackie Joyner, they was talking like it's easier to run when you ain't running, understood it off the bat and wanted to be their 2nd coming, looking up towards the ave, now or never for the pace, get to running to the bag like Teixera on the base, know the trace, know the outline, jumping like your alpines, A' was like "yo I'm just Tryna drought mine", duly noted, money at the wheel started talking all kinda drop, told us "swear to God it started with a Foamposite box", eyes wide, listening, hearing out the vision and the riches that's attached and how it claps at your attention and, and it's feeding your addiction and a Nostrand Ave vision sets the continental bar for living, they parked a Bentley on the corner
Track Name: The Flyest Essence
The Flyest essence, thrown within y'all direction, jam video 7s and rovers with higher exits, meaning the wheels lift up the flooring for higher stepping, I'm Albee square with the aura so if y'all should catch it, then Al B. to swear any surer of y'all reflection, without a youngin Tryna deny any of my inflections, lil handshake on the way in to stop the check in, and dealing with a pagan in Reagan who got the exits, Nino Brown on the beeper and Christopher Williams records and bitches who find a weapon as quick as you find a guest list, parked in front the shark bar hoping that y'all neglecting, but all this karat shit becomes louder than I expected, and dealing with Reggie shit when I'm court side, so I'm back at the shark bar, walker wear all tied, my soul roll taste like it was made with the Lord knives, and this bottle of wine from 85's on the tall side, and knowing al of that there, different from y'all acceptance, 'cause those the guys we grew up around, so for y'all protection, these double entendres is purposely on the record cause the motives is off the record so know when you bought a record, that I'm just all about a baton going hand to hand, uh, the motto still the same when we opened the panoram', my feet on the table for my neighbors who had to stand and I bring the wrangler so there's room in the truck to get Ashley Graham, friends still the same, we was raised by the same icons, they was throwing you lockjaw, I was throwing you krylon, we still sharing this hennessy privilege and playing "Flygod", I was talking 'bout touring and they was talking bout firearms, they bumping Dilla on they way to get a bird flew, never would've tied them together, but that's what words do, Apollo caught the loop like we waiting to get a turn thru, I told him leave the drums in the box, keep the nerds cool, shit is good for me, I'm Cochise to the varsity, look at me, look what it took of me, look what was put to me, and look who looking up at all that we was cooking Gs, look at that
Track Name: Innocent Ambition
Verse 1:
He told me I can have it all, well not direct, I mean he told me from afar, and as he opened up the doors to 100 thousand awes, it was loud enough to send my inhibitions thru the floor, intuition getting drawn like Kadir was by the wall, and all, I wanted was a shade, a hue of a sort I could sort to replace all the hues of the halls and the walls where I stays, attentive as I should be, but the thought of it shook me, 'cause my diligence puts me, where God overlooked me, so he came up and took me, where no one ever put me, and put a bag of pieces in my hand and it hooked me, and if someone mistook me, for being from his stream, then I'd be overzealous of the jealousy received, and seeing my desires transpire from my dreams, is as sweet the hopes that my mama sung to me, like "fuck I used to dream", but now I'm more sleepless, and I doubled my age by erasing all the dreaming, and my innocence fades into black, Michael Lee shit, but how my transition to the kitchen came seamless, stamps for the fly out, culinary sequence, Sean Combs '94, hands in the remix, prayers to the highest, and send 'em up the most, feeding you your diet, and burying my lows, he said I'd have it all

Hook:
In my innocent ambition,
Less singing, and more getting
Less dreaming, and more living,
Early mornings, same difference, right?
(Repeat 2x)

Verse 2:
He said I couldn't have a thing, I mean aside from what my mama usually sing, and the song that's being sung is sitting high enough to ring to the ears of who forgot us, he said it should be obvious, his hand was on his 40, his title on his collar, he looked about 40, 27 my scholar, he said why even bother?, I wondered what he means, then looked back at his 40 and proceeded to agree, my agreement was for me to prove him wrong, then I started to hear the harmonies of all the songs he mentioned to me before, and not before long, I was less about proving the already foregone, assuming him as wrong, was more wrong me right?, the cameras turned on, with no room for rewrites, I mean what could I rewrite?, that isn't just hopeful, it's better to leave it and believe he at least knows you, he said look I can show you, threw me on his Impala, the 40 to my fitted, no one around bothered, Like who's supposed to bother?, he said look at these doors, another couple years and none of these shit will be yours, a change gonn' come right?, y'all said it yourselves, so y'all can blame each other for the changes that prevailed, I put away my youth and I heard somebody call, it sounded like a sweeter version of my mama's song and he said I'd have it all
Track Name: Care Package
Verse 1:
Din numbers that replaced all the lit summers, wings on the money made y'all uplift from us, and I'm throwing my Louis wallet into the lockers and looking for quarters to get the key before I miss my number, peep the 20/20 reach on me to see y'all thru, transition VIP to V.I rooms, shoot a flick, shoot a kite, shit indeed I do, 'cause let whoever tell it, this could've been me or you, the same targets, the same agenda, the same markets, the same doe or die conversing around the park bench, same bottle service and telling them keep the sparklers, attention's overrated and now they get why we off it, half a hundred thrown on the phone to let the call play, 3 way with you and your woman so y'all bond straight, crew love until the crew done, until we upstairs talking 'bout how the crew won

Hook:
You said ayo Sky, I need a favor,
If you can bring a couple pieces
On your way up,
It's 20 outside,
Some hoodies would be flavor,
A lil care package,
You know they tryna play us
You said ayo Sky, I need a favor,
If you can bring a couple pieces
On your way up,
Know it's all love, all for the crew yo,
Know it's all love, all for the crew yo,
I'm already on it

Verse 2:
Reciting "one love" back and forth and the genius within it, til now I'm drawing up the same like yo this remix hitting, and the fact that a rendition is so easy to pen, is a testament to the loop we all seem to fit in, it's like a cycle, some will come home, some will go in, do a bullet, come back, and do the same shit, basics, green carpet will lay a trail to get to chasing, and how living arrangements turn to sitting in arraignments, pullover hoodies and "soul on ice" in paperback, make it thru the walls, no shaking that, couple black men's mags with Tammy Rivera on the front, 'cause I mean, if it was me, those the pictures I would want but fuck it tho, blow thru time, right thru the runnings, and treat the bid like Paul Cicero, light on the onions, crew love until the crew done, until we upstairs talking 'bout how the crew won
Track Name: Payout (feat. Stalley)
Hook:
Slow dough,
Never made it in my neighborhood,
It's more Jesse Owens
With the owing's if it's paying good,
So we be Tryna run baby run to the pay out
We be Tryna run baby run to the pay out

Verse 1:
Slow dough never made it in my neighborhood, a buck 50 for 150 any way we could, Nike Roshe'ing to the payment for a Meagan Goode, and pulling Mach 5's just the way we should, way we should, carry this agenda til the closet looking like if it was carried thru agenda and we married to December, duffle bagging with a dealer to repeat it and it lead to duffle bagging with a dealer for a key in by the weekend, and the roof is in the trunk with all the caution and the patience, lil room towards the front for all the talk of contemplation, thinking fuck it tho, weight on the pedal to play the Petro, 200 on the gas means 200 on the dash, I need a 100 in the stash, couple runners, couple masks, or, get to playing tinder with the flip, couple bags, let my neighbors tell the story of the runnings on the Ave, know the lane is automatic if the running under wraps

Verse 2:
Uh, on a relay to turn a check to a replay, and call up Jeśus like "tell your pops to give us leeway", forgiveness in the wing but sitting on it like a delay, play the scale and pamper the fish like you was Wee-Bay, I played the rails and threw my autograph on the lobby walls, and made it famous rapping 'bout neighbors and their Bobby jaw, same ones was telling me to run towards the bag, and do it til you get your number hung up in the rafts, I did it thinking more like Eldridge Cleaver over re-up, but knowing that the bag is almost finer than Aaliyah, pretty mufucka we just wanna come and see ya', pardon my approach but I just know how much you need us, until it turns different and you're sitting on the phone like an accomplice, Wifi on the flight, face timing with the bondsman, and I'm my brother keeper so my Expedia clicking, Bill and Russell off the muscle, word to a flight out to Memphis
Track Name: Nodding Off
Verse 1:
Winning be the only thing they know you for, and then everything changes like you okafor, and you playing your role and keeping hold of what they hold you on, remind em what they know until they know you gone, like do believe it, let your memory lock in, like when locking the door soon as top become the topic, and she take all that off seeing how roomy the drop is, and I just want you all to feel the aura of the logic, we can keep this shit honest, we all about a profit, and I'm all kinda in love with the shit, like its a problem, 'cause I seen how that problem, stood up on top of problems, down for the count, I counted down and said "yo I'm in", til I'm in, a 911 Porsche without a 911 call, round my way they together like you rocking up a yard, and if the topic that I'm on isn't quote on quote real then at least Apollo here to get there kill and you can still nod to it

Hook:
You can still nod to it
(Repeat 16x)

Verse 2:
Swear it's like I'm Bleek Gilliam on the bridge hitting the trumpet, playing "Sing Soweto" in repetition for comfort, know I sing for payrolls, but stuck on how you dub it, like if ever you should share this and it puts out a discussion, there's a part of me that wants it to be everything that matters, then there's part of me that grew up where you win off whipping batter, uh, but this don't even matter, like why should we pretend, but if it came back up, then how would we begin?, in the thought of the greatest, with a story as vital, but when you get to aiming they say that you hit your idols, I be aiming at making this shit here last forever, Lisa Wu ex, and returning a DM from a joint that's Lisa Wu sketch, do it how they taught us when they had us in the pocket, said the aim will come in handy when they get away from logic, if the topic that I'm on isn't quote on quote real then at least Apollo here to get there kill and you can still nod to it