Mick Jenkins - The Artful Dodger lyrics

[Hook] I mean, we all had to fall on our sh** before I know y'all n***as was late on your rent before Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before Maybe you n***as breathin' too many chemicals You think I'm finna go? f**in' with the children of the indigo Bring the cash in manila envelopes My n***as in the country tryna interlope And I can't go for that [Verse 1] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Free ain't what cheap is n***as rolling like some cheapskates I see kids talking work with empty briefcase We put the beef on the buzz and call it sweepstakes Then roll a joint like a n***a need a knee brace Breeze will let you know who got the smoke if you down When in the middle of the woods Call Anthony Towns and call Thomas for sounds While my rain water color paints all over town Oliver Twist, the artful dodger's all over this If she with me, then don't call her my b**h I'm in the VIP, with a big bottled water and I'm sparkin' a piff Good woods on some carpenter sh** Move the queen like the parliament is This is a game of chess Funny thing that got me playin' the rest Food for thought, I ain't paying the chef With cleft lips on the ba** clef Singin' with strep, I'm sick with it Bought the life of the dimwitted On one knee like Tim with it And I'm praying for my 'rents Message gettin' clear as the piss Now my stress is gettin' swimmin' lessons at the pier with the kids [Hook] I mean, we all had to fall on our sh** before I know y'all n***as was late on your rent before Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before Maybe you n***as breathin' too many chemicals You think I'm finna go? f**in' with the children of the indigo Bring the cash in manila envelopes My n***as in the country trying too interlope And I can't go for that I mean, we all had to fall on our sh** before Know y'all n***as was late on your rent before Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before Maybe you n***as breathin' too many chemicals You think I'm finna go? f**in' with the children of the indigo Bring the cash in manila envelopes My n***as in the country tryna interlope And I can't go for that [Verse 2] Cause a storm's comin', n***a, see this overcast All these n***as talkin money 'bout to overdraft See Colin Powell's in all your fences, you're defenseless, fam All my n***as in the cul-de-sac, ready to strike with the hood like a Cobra Black culture, they'll never get over that So I'm in this b**h over trash Runnin' through a n***a Rolodex Remember nights with the coldest sweats When we ain't really have sh** but some old advice Told you once, I told you twice Never was in it for the Oberweiss alone The skeleton's out the closet, more poltergeist The poems I write, most nights, more dramatic Freeze-frame, that's poster light Poster child, he posted right? From Chicago, deep off in Pilsen with the vatos Mercy mercy, me, that Murciélago That's in my hundred-dollar jacket purchased from Barney's Ain't hurtin' my pockets, but f**, what do I know? I'm really just a southside n***a with a Nas flow Never been as pa**ive as Rondo, I mean, hey Condo on my wrist has never really been a goal of mine Less "Goldie," more Dolemite I look around, like "Y'all trollin', right?" It's overk**, we know the type It's overpriced, the quality probably won't suffice I don't condone the roll of dice on this one, fam I mean, we all had to fall on our sh** before Just get up 'fore sh** hit the fan