[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Now put your motherf**ing hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
I'm just crushing n***as never been no player
Coz this ain't no game
Drive fast homie this ain't your lane
I'll take the less travelled
Put it over wax that's a blessed candle
Won't cross over for no blessed handles
Or distressed damsels
You get no credit when your checks cancelled
You disrespect and then I dismantle
I disagree but never this mental
It's smooth as bu*ter when it's this gentle
You ask your mother to use this pencil
I'm on point, fam
Poised to snap like I'm trying to hit the joint, fam
We treat ops like pigs when they oink, fam
Y'all n***as bringing home the bacon? No stressing
Treating every day like a blessing
I hope you n***as awake, I hope you n***as awake
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
My heart says grind on the brakes
My mind say grind for the cake
I ain't talking ?? but that gra** looks greener
??? but that a** looks meaner
I'm just a sinner
Youngin going through the woes
And I do it for the free, give a f** about the gold
f** with me famo
f** with me
Give a f** about the gold
f** with me famo
f** with me
[Verse 2: Lord of The Fly]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mick Jenkins]
Now put your motherf**ing hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
I'm just crushing n***as never been no player
Coz this ain't no game
They call it dope, but this ain't c**aine
I call it fire, I can taste propane
Silver tongues was always meant for this
Add an OnGaud and it's bumpin like I pickled it
Tell em OnGaud like a p**nstar
Got too many f**s to give a f** if you can't get with it
Water gonna flow, n***a worry bout the mist of it
Sit you in a cell, and they cyclic, got n***as hooked
They never read, now these n***as booked
They know the creed, but these n***as crooks
Now the people shook