Verse 1
I walk three blocks with a sentence on my back, heavy like scripture,
Two friends whisper futures, one wants riches, one wants pictures,
Sirens write the chorus, mama say "son, pick your scriptures,"
I count blessings like bullets, every number another fixture.
Corner boys sell souls in cheap tins, paint the night with fever,
Promise heaven in the backyard where the sky's a little bleaker,
I learned loyalty's a currency that taxes the dreamer,
Taught to be a king in games where the players never leave you be, yeah.
The ledger's full of names, some ink fade, some stay bitter,
I look in windows — reflections split, the truth's the sitter,
So when the light go down, and you gotta pick a litter,
Tell me who you wit — the one who builds or the one who bitter?
Hook (×2)
Who you wit when the city lights fold like paper?
Who you wit when the prayers get quieter, danger's closer?
Who you wit when the mirror shows a stranger?
Who you wit — who you wit, who you wit?
Verse 2
Brothers swear they ride till the sun, but the sun set earlier,
Faith got coupons, clipped at corners where the preacher's narrower,
Promises on necklace chains, heavy with borrowed sorrow,
We recite lineage like liturgy, but who really follow?
I see crowns on cardboard boxes, kings with plastic scepters,
We trade futures for the now — instant bread, delayed creditors,
Names carved on headstones of plans, wind blew the letters,
We fold ourselves like cheap suits — sell fits, buy fetters.
I ask the kids on stoops, "Who teach you how to measure?"
They point to screens and skyline dreams — illusions on the ledger,
So I put my chest on the line — blood, breath, and the endeavor,
Who you wit when the ledger culls the weak and keeps the clever?
Hook (×2)
Who you wit when the city lights fold like paper?
Who you wit when the prayers get quieter, danger's closer?
Who you wit when the mirror shows a stranger?
Who you wit — who you wit, who you wit?
Verse 3
I hold conversations with the asphalt, it remembers pulses,
Names etched in tar — some saints, some hustlers, some convulses,
We baptize in gutters, try to wash off the old results,
But guilt's an undertow, it pulls at fragile adult souls.
They teach you how to hustle, not how to handle quiet,
So we scream into the static for a verdict that's a riot,
Every handshake a contract with a clause you can't unbind yet,
Every lover a witness or a judge — choose the right set.
I ain't glorifying scars, I'm cataloguing the causes,
Victory tastes like vinegar if it's hollow applause-less,
So align with those that mend, not those that merely praise us,
Who you wit when the band plays soft and the truth's the rawest
Hook (×2)
Who you wit when the city lights fold like paper?
Who you wit when the prayers get quieter, danger's closer?
Who you wit when the mirror shows a stranger?
Who you wit — who you wit, who you wit?
(Outro)
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See you when I see you
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