Can't Hold My Liquor / It's True

[Part 1: Can't Hold My Liquor] [Hook: Justin Vernon] (x2) I can hold my liquor But this man can’t handle his weed Dark and lonely now On Chicago, south of town I'm on to Indiana I heard it in the radio now [Verse: BJ The Chicago Kid] 3 cups of hen and I'm on one Came with one bitch but want all of 'em Let's ball or somthin' (Shit, what they lip read?) My dick and balls or somethin' (America was built off lies, sex, and money) And 12K years later, that's the same exact shit here for me (Aww this thick broad right here I'm tryna) Break, break down Cause this liquor breaking me on down [Hook] (x2) [Breakdown] From Long Beach, California Mister Jairus J.Mo Mozee Mozee [Hook] (x2) [Part 2: It's True] [Verse 1: BJ The Chicago Kid] First Imma start with my nigga Al Mac The first real nigga I lost Even though he used to gang bang Would never live to see his chain swing But that's the Jesus piece loss Cause he would have rocked it well But instead he rocked that hair full of braids Braided by his girl Leecy Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold Never killed a soul So we never had a problem with thinking this ever getting known Living life like it never would happen Shit, niggas dying like life really going full circle Thought we was gonna live to see it all Till that day that he died on a head-on collision with a motorcycle [Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid] It's true, cool niggas die too Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too It could happen to me, it could happen to you But yeah It's true [Verse 2: BJ The Chicago Kid] I met Jamico when I went to high-school They stayed around the corner but shit, I never knew Me and Kisel Ken in the basement playing drums, making music While she fussy yelling down the stairs "I'm on the phone you losers!" I remember late for school every morning thirsty for that mickey d's Not knowin the death of a mother matured him very quickly So we go fast forward school graduated Went to college got married They had a pretty little girl but the world couldn't make her tardy He died from a seizure at her daughter's birthday party [Hook] [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Blue cHucks, swing Glocks, tHey're both in my pants I'm a gangster I can do no wrong Fuck witH the ligHts on tell you I love you baby Cuz tomorrow may not make it to me I got a kilo and a seven series wHen a crown went crack nigga I bet the gun sale plat, oh ATF be on tHat sucker sHit THey Hate a black nigga witH getting money's involved Got an ounce in my draws I just wanna live forever my nigga Took the blue pill, crack the Act seal If Q said it then you know that sHit's real Pistol grip pump on my lap all times I used to drive a Hyundai with the dimes inside Now drive by is by the lost tHat kill bay base kids So tHe gun is wHo my role model is, the illest crip in the biz Look, I'm never Half of my steppin', I never not witH my weapon So you'll get got in a second like [Hook] [Outro: BJ The Chicago Kid] Alright man, just for a few seconds If you got somebody that you lost it was vital to your life And you feel like you really got a guardian angel right now I mean, yes I say man, you mean, [?] at the same time, yeah Get ready 1, 2, 3, go Somebody lost a mother, father 1, 2, 3, go A brother, sister, cousin, best friend 1, 2, 3, go