Hat Trick / Human Error

Uh, uh

Give it till I can't give
I lend a hand if it's needed
But these stabs got me bleeding
Out my back kid
Uh, keep it on the fumble we could sack shit
Hat trick
We considered Mulligan's for that shit
The proof is in the pudding and the pamphlets
The sewer and the mattress
Stupid nigga you can get it, get it
Only thing certain was the taxes
Burn me when the journey end
Clergymen turn me into ashes
I move surgically
With new sermons for the masses
We too purposed for the scraps
What the verdict read? It's that
Courtesy of shit circumstances
The earth is my turf
But the hearse like a magnet
I be outside in some handcuffs, might
Be outside in the dirt, uh
Gentrifiers got the turf getting hacked up
Late nights thinking 'bout who
Lied to me first graveyard energy
Tied to the job based off principle
My inner jit grinning
But my face all twisted
It's the artist at work
Greyhound tickets and some haze on my missus
Know it make no sense
I keep my heart on my shirt
When the rainstorm vicious, spend
The day blowing, drinking
Tryna harvest the hurt
But it make no difference