(Intro)
Uh
I still f*ck with type beats off-
(Let that sh*t breathe right there man)
(I want people to think about that sh*t for a second)
(Mick Jenkins, give that man a round of applause)
(Verse)
I still f*ck with type beats off YouTube
Like f*ck the who’s who
Of the producers that you used to
May think I’m loco
Every L just start a lesson, that’s blessings by the bookoo
Common sense just not that common, cop the Gucci Coco
Common projects from the projects to that luxury lame sh*t
Just a fancy high rise man, its really the same sh*t
I’m ducked off the pills and speaking Spanglish
We don’t wave no banners star spangled, there’s too much anguish
In recent history, no mystery here
Bring the froggy feelings, f*ck a foggy memory
I’m meant to be clear, as crystal
Even my momma copped a pistol
I need the shotty, through your body
Like a chill, we don’t know no chill
Uppercuts to your grill on my George Foreman
Animals with me like I’m George Orwell
You been forewarned boy, I’m brainstorming
I’m up late, no James Quarter, no camcorders
They never see you when you work this hard
They always see you, you don’t work enough
I play my cards, let you work the bluff
I (?) the curtains up
The show is live
These sad boys got y’all perkin’ up
I’m getting sicker can’t you see me coughin’ verses up
Only a few games until my crew gain
Six figures in a hole, I was Saddam Hussein
This time last year back in the black
And know I stack, rinse, and repeat
Ain’t missed a beat
Huh
Might miss a few mills to cook up a beat
You know how it be
