Receipts ft. ILL Conscious, Snook Da Crook & Supreme Cerebral Lyrics

Yea, this for all the niggas that's solid

For those that never diluted their value for the almighty dollar

For those who kept it a hundred with me at all times

And to the bad hands that folded on us

Embrace it all

Yo, Investing my heart in a lost cause got us all disgruntled

They disregarding the architect talking with lost rebuttals

Living in modern jungles, this war with metacarpals 'til carpal tunnel

Never barking, I rather pull than caught in a tussle

This like embarking on the arctic tundra, spark the ganja

Smog produced when mixing the forest with the darkest funnel

They often pummeled, my aura to fraudulent niggas is awkward, subtle

Like a slug won't be lodged in your stubble

What if you built a foundation that started to buckle

Suffered due to betrayal from your brothers that part'll discuss you

They all comfortable being disloyal that's when dishonor becomes you

We take it as far as London to Brussels

I grew a following before algorithmic numbers

Before the metas, before the twitters, before the tumblrs

You gotta love it how I branded them, taught them hustle

Let's take it back to the blacktop was balling in Russells