Taxin' - DJ Shadow, Dave East, Loyle Carner

Right, right

Right, right

Right, right

If there’s a ghetto in heaven I hope that’s leaked address

Whole pockets empty, was mad stressed

The block had to study like math test

Fuck it, jump out a bucket, I’m thuggin' in public

My life in a rush and nobody can touch it

I climbed out the gutter eating bread and butter

Jealous of my living struggle with my mother

Did it with my brother, grew up with my cousin

Blew up on these niggas, they can’t even stomach

I ain’t asked for nothing, I ain’t asked for nothing

I was out here hustling, nickel to a onion, onion to a plate

Shadow got me zoning, conversate with omens

Momma told me «Son diploma»

Cooking in the kitchen, crack was the aroma

Pots full of powder, sit on a napkin, let it dry, we riding

Any block we sliding

I been so committed, shorty so explicit

Everything I got on, you know it’s expensive

Everything I get on, critical condition

Run up on this money, I would always listen

Tryna make it happen in front of building

Early in the morning I was waiting on a package (True story)

Global now, getting bookings all across the atlas

I roll up the gladness and watch out for badges

My bitch is the baddest

Life is worth much more than a

Always elite, can’t do nothing average

He got in a beef, he ain’t really know the game he didn’t really know was

jacking

It was like 20 degrees outside, they took off his jacket

I seen a lot of my homies change up when I started rapping (A lot)

I fell out with my plug 'cause he started taxin'