Nigerian Email - Billy Woods

The truth already set sail, I’m looking for reasonable doubt

The check’s in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth

I was born during a drought, I was born to a house divided against itself

I was born into the mouth a well amidst poverty

Dad died, they gave me his stuff

I put a couple more notches in the belt

Play the hand you dealt, DC on melt seeds poppin

98 not gonna release your delta h meridian

Bush weed got me feeling like a kid again

Traffic island gilligan, dwb except the pat down like a second class citizen

No need for the sugar coatin', have you seen any brothers on the moon?

I got you open, Scott?

with the shank you get cut and ganked gaffold leaking

from the poking

Big bank take little bank, Zimbabwean dollars what I’m holding so I’ll take

that now

Thanks,?

with the boy golden

Face bloated wrists frozen

When he wave from outdated Soviet tank don’t be frontin like you dont know him

Buried in fatigues soldier slim, i see murder in a crimson tie, george teague

The overlook hotel is where I’ve always been

Your frame of reference is Brick Squad

Mine is Poppa Large, big shot on the East Coast

Ain’t what it used to be, but I’ll take it

I done boast cowardly threat, flow make shift

Hey momma!

I finally made it!

No lie, son jumped out a third story window when we got raided

My feet never left the floor, I’m on that James Naismith

Soft spoken, unabraisive

Politely asked whitey to loosen the bracelet

Cuba Gooding his way out of central booking

Hot date?

I do the cooking

Turns out she stays up in the Bronx, I’m in Brooklyn

That commute ain’t appealing

Best not forget your earrings

Summer heat searing

She’s dressed for it so of course the streets is leering

My skin’s crawling, stomach turning

This Bill Belamy cornball honking and swerving

She hardly seem to notice, focused like bourbon

Me?

I break up trees on your fourth generation imitation Premier beats

That’s definitely not the flavor

And trust me you not doing the 90's no favors

Louie the 14th in a clean glass piece slow motionley major

Theme music for stolen credit card movements

They caught the most etherest of vapor

White suburb, black neighbor

I’m high like black mayor

Rivet city ransom

But the hoe need no savior

Sheesh, this hashish got me repeating myself

I’m gonna go get the papers, get the papers