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[Part I: "PROM"] [Verse: Saba] This remind me of before we had insomnia Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs Everybody was college-bound, no dollar amounts In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no party bus My cousin hit me on Facebook like, "What shorty you takin'?" I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm sayin', "I got one to take" And I'm waitin' on her response, wrote her a three-page letter It's three days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart So now he IM'ing me shit like, "Yo, is shorty bad?" I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back I hit him back like "Yo, well fuck her, it's on to the next" I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, prolly never have sex You know in high school, 16, you prolly late My cousin hit me back, "Don't trip, bro, I got you a date" So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen He said to call and tell her "Walter sent you, you with me" I think about it for a minute like what's his intentions? I mean we never really got along or used to kick it In fact if I remember vividly, he picked on me He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter' little cousin What if this shit all a joke? Then again, what if it wasn't? Would I really risk the chance of me potentially fuckin' On some stranger daughter cause I barely know if I can trust him? Prolly not I finally called her, tell her "Walter sent me, my name Tahj" She asked me what's the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom I'm actin' like I'm not excited, tryna play it off "So what's the car we're takin'?" "Worst come worst, her mom can take us" I'll call Walt to thank him, he said "Don't trip and just wear black" He said she cool and they go back, if any problems, hit him back I never had to, but now we in tune He Facebook messaged me like, "Sorry, not to be a nuisance" But he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suit shit I'm like, "I got you, cuz, that's the least that I could do" He tell me send him the addy and he'll slide after school I'm like, "Okay, bet," never knew where he stayed at He walked down the street hella surprised "This where y'all place at? Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin Rena?" And I'm surprised too, my family knew, kept this a secret Me and cuz stay down the street, living different lives Every day he on the bus, me, I get a ride I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside He tells me, "Thank you," then he walked back home with a smile He tryna hide it but I see his dimple I'm thinkin', "Damn, that transaction was simple" I'm talking shit, I know he hoop, I'm like, "Ay, where the rim, bro?" He like, "Tomorrow if you free, you prolly weak as shit though" I know my brother not So all three of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court I'm hella passive, I was passin', I ain't have to score The next day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I stayed up My granddad gave me a condom then walked away, didn't say nun' She hopped out of her car and said that her name was Jada My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it playa Gave her the croissant or corsage or whatever the fuck My mom handed me, and said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik" Family ties, my grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie 'Cause my dad lived in NY That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious Took pictures on the porch and then we headed for the prom and Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place So he text me like, "Cuz, this the spot, let's meet up later And bring Jada through," prom flashed, I kept it cool We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes I'm lookin' around like, "Damn, I don't know nobody" We at this party out west, and Jada left to get dressed I fake like I'm sendin' text, some stranger get really close I swear that I hear his breath then he put a knife to my neck Gave me the run down like, "Jada my sister And if you hit her, fuck her, make her miss ya, I'ma kill ya!" At this point, I'm just exhausted wonderin' where the fuck's Walter He shows up like 30 minutes after our altercation I never mentioned it to him, he kinda overprotective And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat this nigga's skull in Turn his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible I exhale and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go [Part II: "KING"] [Skit] Fuck with you boy Said you're used to getting everything your way This not how that happens this time She tryna fuck with you boy [Verse 1: Saba] Walt went to St. Louis, had a full ride for his hoopin' Him and his coach got into it, now he back home doin' music, ay I was at Columbia, a damn near straight A student I had one B in a hip-hop class, I thought that shit was stupid He transferred to Robert Morris, oh its lit, we down the street My class let out at 2:40 and his class let out at 3 Mama asked me where the hell I been at, where the hell I be "I'm with Walter, mom, I'm safe" I keep walkin' in here late I might fall off in your bae, I get girls now, I get laid I get caught up I blame Walter, I'm a product of my age He talk to every girl downtown Chicago, wingman, I cannot fly though He was in Cal white Impala, he was that nigga in the party Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention Plus we from the part of city that they barely mention Just logged into Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned We signed our names on the open mic list and then they skipped us And then they skipped us again like a week later Like obviously this fuckin' host can't read the paper Hella' intimidatin', a big guy didn't have to flex So Walter walked to the host and said, "This the name you callin' next" Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our welcome An apple never get too far from the tree that it fell from Just like my father tryna do music and hope I make it Walter joined me for the journey said the city waitin' PIVOT [Verse 2: Saba] Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician More times than a mathematician I'm in L.A. workin' on Bucket List Project, I get a call and get a fishy feeling Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he over serious My heart dropped and I'm like, "Yo, what is it?!" He say he with T-Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to kill him Emptied the clip on the car but somehow they didn't hit him Sometimes I fuckin' hate Chicago cause I hate this feelin' Innocent niggas get shot at in the broad day, the AM I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went He say he went to XSport and they ran a full court And I can not retort without thinkin' that this can't be the reason "So what else you do? What about Ty? Is he still cool? Where you on your way from and where you on your way to?" He say he just left a dinner at a friend crib and that's it He say "Ty don't do shit but smoke, honestly Saba, that's it" Give him sympathy, another case of mistaken identity The news prolly gon' run this as two gangs from different streets Police questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper My boy walked away unharmed and we did Lollapalooza, yeah Six months pass by, everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day I just dropped Bucket List, Walt about to drop a tape Everything goin' perfect, couldn't paint a better way PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln Hall Then I went to talk to Sway I got back home and got back on it 'Cause Walt was doin' two a days Sendin' me links to songs that he made Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, ay Grandma made his plate, we played 2K, that's just a day before Fatimah got a show tomorrow, he text me, "Ay, we in that hoe" I went to the barbershop, the first thing the next mornin' Then I got up with LEGIT, we supposed to do some recordin' Ten minutes into the session, I got a call from a number That I don't got saved, but I answer anyways She says, "Hello, Malik, have you or Squeak Talked to my son today? He was just on the train" We got in the car but we didn't know where to drive to Fuck it, wherever you are my nigga, we'll come and find you... [Outro: John Walt] Just another day in the ghetto Oh, the streets bring sorrow Can't get up today with their schedule I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow
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