The Undercard - Billy Woods

Sixth floor walk-up work off the gut

Two steps at a time

Apartment E9

Whaddup whaddup

They’re cooking dinner

Garlic onion ginger

Duck in the back room

Settle up

The new shit wild, got me ready to bust a nut

Pardon

Eat like I’m starving small talk the clock ticks

I gotta split gotta gig nah it’s nothing big

Don’t get up

See myself out

Breath in the doubt

Sip fear from chalice

Pushed a Ton with no Malice

Turned the corner like Kennedy in Dallas

Emptied out Phnom Penh

Sat alone in the palace

Illiterate so they put his name in ballads

Words spinning in my head

Verses unraveling into threads

But that re-up stay stuck to the glass

Like a big neon sign

Screaming TAKE THE CASH

Hit the venue nondescript

They don’t know the half

Pounds all around

When I get to the back

Stage

Pacing

Animal in a cage

Somewhere between let me at 'em

And let’s get this over with

Declined the spliff

They took is as a diss like I waved away picks

But never one to bite my tongue

Professor Griff

Put my bag by the steps

Hit the stage and burnt the place like that’s it!

And never once did I take an eye off my shit

House of Game

Fixed rate mortgage

Three percent