Slipping and Selling

I guess you're on the corner again selling all you got

I could use a dime of that good luck

Maybe even a nickel or a dub

Maybe just normal, call that a good fuck

Stumble backwards call that a slide move

Knowing it's a cycle

Tripping over cracks

Desperation, I'm out luck

Got this 40 in my cup

Got lightning in my chalice

See that easy in my malice bumping out the Chevy Malibu

I'm gold plated, Luke Cage is my brother

Tagging days when they used to call me Aki

Yeah, I was a caged

Sitting down

I know what's best for me

Sirens ringing in the street

Stoop covered in that gold

Dragging weight along

I got that move

Too much sauce

Zamnzaddy, I done, done it

Finessed it with ease

Cocoa butter skin

Curly hair, oh that shit got me wavy

Maybe it's the Xanax or this purp up in my cup

I ain't tripping, no, I ain't stepping up

I ain't stepping, I'm falling crashing