Yeah yeah yeah Stepped up out the Gucci store with the tall bag Feeling like a tall glass of water, fuck the holsters though Looking at me all cheaply And I ain't even looking for the price tag or my reciept Bitch you got me fucked up But let me digress You read the transcript its more reader's digest than poems really This ain't Poseidon, its Noah really A Joakim went triple double him was going silly Gotta face the facts with this I'm multi-faceted From the Atlantic to the Pacific You catch me everything but pacifist We smoking strong Like bad flatuace we passing gas I'm mad adamant about that Don't ever doubt that You looking for cheese, you end up in mousetraps You running with leeches you end up with Count Dracs The type who like your North Face You end up coming up out that Niggas lucky I was never 'bout that I'm with my American plug at European outlets Seven hours ahead so this shit ain't out yet ow How you like me now, got to wipe me down Even your moms think I'm clean, who's the mother fuckin' hypebeast now Yeah Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself What Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself What Yeah Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself I was thrifting when I wasn't out here sipping on wealth Copping bags of them rags just to feel myself I had the thrift shop rockin' before Macklemore been that nigga Uh Bitter figures these days, you niggas move so On my sumo, we don't do no pseudo-science Wrist on Michael Rousseau No jewels on me We no fools homie See the squares but we looking for loopholes Numero uno, fuck who you know I pull the draw before I play it cool though Just off the niggas who won't complete the mission I need submission like we doing judo And got the llama you throw off my groove This ain't Cuzco you fucking with I don't usually hold heat like makeshift oven mitts But I get the job done I'm not one to freeze up, no polio Napolean complex never hear my logic Diversifying my portfolio, securing profits And all that's just residual knowledge like fuck college Ay Fuck lemon pledge my shit polished, I'm not Amish I been modest as them though Although I ride the tempo like Waldo You can't find him until you spot him And the you can't stop looking at that spot Sure I'm looking at the top with my plot Niggas on suicide watch when I drop Uh Six-five, look like Sasquatch in the drop She got thick thighs, got a fat knot In my pocket Came from them rags with the colored tags To them tags with the commas spliced Check the price, nigga stop it They say if I buy expensive shit I ain't conscious I don't really like to be around mother fuckers You know I just like to stay to myself and with my immediate niggas And its kind of hard to do if You in the lime light Cause they'll look at ou like Know what I'm saying Oh he got an ego He don't really associate with nobody You know When you You gotta, you gotta play the role You gotta smile up in mother fuckers faces You gotta go places you may not wanna go You have to do things you may not wanna do And, and its hard And its still hard I don't really fuck with niggas no more Like I did
Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself…
Soul beyond our own time. Nothin but love for Mick Jenkins, more frustration, more water..
Yeah yeah yeah
Stepped up out the Gucci store with the tall bag
Feeling like a tall glass of water, fuck the holsters though
Looking at me all cheaply
And I ain't even looking for the price tag or my reciept
Bitch you got me fucked up
But let me digress
You read the transcript its more reader's digest than poems really
This ain't Poseidon, its Noah really
A Joakim went triple double him was going silly
Gotta face the facts with this
I'm multi-faceted
From the Atlantic to the Pacific
You catch me everything but pacifist
We smoking strong
Like bad flatuace we passing gas
I'm mad adamant about that
Don't ever doubt that
You looking for cheese, you end up in mousetraps
You running with leeches you end up with Count Dracs
The type who like your North Face
You end up coming up out that
Niggas lucky I was never 'bout that
I'm with my American plug at European outlets
Seven hours ahead so this shit ain't out yet ow
How you like me now, got to wipe me down
Even your moms think I'm clean, who's the mother fuckin' hypebeast now
Yeah
Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself
What
Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself
What
Yeah
Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself
I was thrifting when I wasn't out here sipping on wealth
Copping bags of them rags just to feel myself
I had the thrift shop rockin' before Macklemore been that nigga
Uh
Bitter figures these days, you niggas move so
On my sumo, we don't do no pseudo-science
Wrist on Michael Rousseau
No jewels on me
We no fools homie
See the squares but we looking for loopholes
Numero uno, fuck who you know
I pull the draw before I play it cool though
Just off the niggas who won't complete the mission
I need submission like we doing judo
And got the llama you throw off my groove
This ain't Cuzco you fucking with
I don't usually hold heat like makeshift oven mitts
But I get the job done
I'm not one to freeze up, no polio
Napolean complex never hear my logic
Diversifying my portfolio, securing profits
And all that's just residual knowledge like fuck college
Ay
Fuck lemon pledge my shit polished, I'm not Amish
I been modest as them though
Although I ride the tempo like Waldo
You can't find him until you spot him
And the you can't stop looking at that spot
Sure I'm looking at the top with my plot
Niggas on suicide watch when I drop
Uh
Six-five, look like Sasquatch in the drop
She got thick thighs, got a fat knot
In my pocket
Came from them rags with the colored tags
To them tags with the commas spliced
Check the price, nigga stop it
They say if I buy expensive shit I ain't conscious
I don't really like to be around mother fuckers
You know
I just like to stay to myself and with my immediate niggas
And its kind of hard to do if
You in the lime light
Cause they'll look at ou like
Know what I'm saying
Oh he got an ego
He don't really associate with nobody
You know
When you
You gotta, you gotta play the role
You gotta smile up in mother fuckers faces
You gotta go places you may not wanna go
You have to do things you may not wanna do
And, and its hard
And its still hard
I don't really fuck with niggas no more
Like I did
Hard as hell still!!!!!