Trivial Pursuit - Billy Woods

Woulda, shoulda, coulda

All you hear from the do-gooders

Play the game the right way

Fuck that, launch the thirty footers (Hibachi)

I’m out here cookin'

I got recognized at the butcher, like

«All due respect, are you woods or you not?»

(I'll take the lamb chops)

Said he recognized the voice from somewhere

Listened to the tape and compared, over the years

I forget white people is born police, impressed

I guess I need a new place to buy meat, I dress

Fish collar with the lemon cheek

Just holler if you see the white sheets

I owe you one

Chew on a roll of TUMS, video shoot look mad fun

Nickelodeon blunts, fake money in the sun, laughin' (Laughin')

Laughin' (Laughin')

(That shit is warpin' my soul)

Your favorite rapper can’t afford to go broke

Or crack up, old fans crack jokes

Old boasts make for some cold quotes

Rappers dyin' in they sleep

I’m watchin' Mike Eagle on TV

It ain’t just luck chief

Reunion album with the fucked up teeth

They clownin' you

But this how it be when hand 'em out

How you learn to eat

This what it look like when OGs come home with baggy jeans

Suspicious like, «it ain’t nothin' in that weed?»

Confused like, «how it ain’t no drums and a beat?»

Only certainty is he done with the streets

Told me if he go up again, it will end at the end of a sheet

Said «sometimes you just know you beat»

You sit on your momma couch and watch the game

Right here in your momma house, where I learned the trade

I haven’t been around, she showin' her age

Paid my respect

She’s polite, but doesn’t look me in my face