November On Kimball

Still hear the voice of my uncle nigga, of course I'm exhausted

It was November on Kimball, the sound of horse apples falling

That boy so close to balling, feel like he court side in Boston

No, I can't fall off my pivot, they'll rejoice if I lost it

My auntie heart really broken, she barely there when we talking

Won't let em play in my face, so these bitches swear that I'm toxic

I gotta get the fast money, just like I'm serving exotic

Better yet, get the fast money, just like I heard it from Harvey

I told lil baby show me titties like Janelle Monae

Young nigga made it thru the rain just to feel more pain

We was across from Barron Court before the Melrose place, in my shell toe phase, 'fore the Redzone and Melrose days