
Date of issue: 04.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Saba Pivot
Song language: English
PROM / KING |
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 3 page letter, it’s 3 days later, never hit me back, |
she broke my heart |
So now he I’m’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' would 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, my mom can take us» |
I’ll call Walter, thank him, he said don’t trip and just wear black |
He said she cool and they go back, if any problems, send him back |
I never had to, but now we’re 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, cause. |
That’s the least that I can do.» |
He tell me send him the addy and he’ll slide after school |
I’m like, «Ok, 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 cause stay down the street, living different lives |
Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride |
I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside |
He tell 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, «Aye, where the rim, bro?» |
He like, «Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly weak as shit, tho.» |
I know my brother not |
So all 3 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 nothin' |
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, «Cause, 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’m fakin' 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 |
(Said you’re used to getting everything your way… this not how that happens |
this time, just gotta fuck with your boy?) |
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, aye |
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, always living 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 and 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 followin' Walter, I’m a product of my age |
He talk to erry' girl in downtown Chicago |
Wingman, I cannot fly though |
He was in Cal with 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', the 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 |
Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician |
More times than a mathematician |
I’m in LA 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 droppin', 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 A. M |
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went |
He said 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 for 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 |
6 months pass by, everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day |
I just dropped Bucket List, Walter 'bout 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 Walter was doin' tour dates |
Sendin' me links to songs that he made, Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, |
aye |
Grandma made us blanket plates, we played 2K, that’s just a day before |
Fatimah got a show tomorrow, he text me, «Aye, 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' |
10 minutes into this 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… |
Just another day in the ghetto |
Oh, the streets bring sorrow |
Can’t get out 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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