Envelopes coming in the mail, lemme
open them - hoping for a check again, ain’t no telling,
when I’m driving to the store,
keep the hand sanitizer in my jacket, bitch - ain’t no telling,
homeboy told me he ain’t got no more
toilet paper - ask for some help, I’ll always help him,
I been at home all night, all
day, when will I get to climb again? Ain’t no
tellin…no telling…
ain’t no telling…
no telling,
yeah - ain’t no telling,

Worst case, I been planning for the worst case,
hoping that it’s better around the time it hit my birthday,
heard me? And I’m only on the third day,
figured I could kill the time with some wordplay,
they see I climb, and they hating that…
they say I’m white - I ain’t really black,
I’m looking at me on the ‘Gram like “I’m really that!
Goddamn - I’m the man, and I’m peeling caps!”
I got a bucket that’s full of rice,
I’ll take the quarantine to get it right,
yeah, I’ll give you boys a shot, and you’ll fucking fail,
you’ll be like, “You was in quarantine? We couldn’t tell,”
dog, free weight - I’m bout to lift with it…
gimme the hangboard, I’ll get to gripping it,
I ain’t gotta send it, but fuck it, somebody gotta send it
hate if someone else did it - fuck, I may as well get it - damn!

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Yeah - y’all soft as a core shot
rope, I’m halting y’all like a doorstop - broke the
hinges off - this a shortstop throw, you couldn’t decode a
thought from the blots of my Rorschach notes, you niggas
watch while I go chock-full, covered in chalk - this is
all individual, physical, rock climbing
hard is a ritual…I mean you heard about the
sends I been doing, now you bout to get visual…
told you when I got here, I’ma be the
top peer on the top pier, it’s all year…
I mean, besides James Mower, Devin got the biggest arms here!
What’s the word these days? Bunch of
overhyped lames, talking sends they ain’t got yet?
Bunch of out-of-season bunnies fucking
off-season bros over last season’s projects?
All the climbers that you vouch for,
finna be up in the house, boy - we locked up!
And even if the team was Rock Candy,
I could never see another squad trying to block us…

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I gotta jump over these
obstacles - anything’s possible, yeah?
Things are not optimal, but I could
always be sick in the hospital - yeah…
Niggas get quarantined, think they can
jump a V-grade - let’s be logical, yeah?
Turnt up on whiskey, I listen to Coltrane, got
work in the kitchen like whipping up cocaine, my
vendetta personal, my precision is
surgical - will I be merciful? Ain’t no telling,
How long will I be stuck in fucking
quarantine with cans of pork and beans? Ain’t no telling,
I’ve been rock climbing a minute, and
it’s plenty niggas out there really think they great,
claim that they dura like Sharma - I’ll
go Adam Ondra - beat them with my pinky strength -
oh, my…