Rorschach This that make my mama smile on some good mood sh** Make my mama proud, know that you would Raking in the pile Just to break another brow This the making of a two-face "do good" I bend down, now the prostrate Been the truth—that's a postulate Blogs coming now I'm running, tryna post too late Running out my pasta when my flight's delayed And everything i love now, man I used to hate; everything I love now is too hard to hold Everyone i fronted on came back to bite Everytime I told lies like my sh** was gold I never say that I'm the man cause it's implicit Check the tempo; talented ten percent Silver-tongued devil like my dimple sin That's since I've fit the billfold Folders full of trash but sh** n***as would k** for Things as they are ain't really how i'ma need it It's funny how black tension's attended to undivided Hands up on my ten to two Don't fall for what they tempt you to Misery's a party; you don't wanna be invited What's your name love, is you northside? If you ain't showing love then you short-sight Something in the club with a short stack Friday morn', staring at a Rorschach And at my best, I can't feel a thing Maybe we should stop being a thing If you were mine...