Verse : Memnon The Black
Memnon the Black
EMP
It's a celebration
You should be excited
Stussy hoodie and desert boots made in Vietnam
I'm clearly not worried, they're supposed to be dirty
I don't own a single pair of skinnys but you can keep them on
I'm cool in my Levi's that fit me like some Nike sweats
White tee on, yo I'm chilling, I got my feet up
Nice feet? Homie you trippin my sh**'s is beat up
Waiting like a monk for my bank numbers to go up
So I'm waiting like a month for my tax return to show up
Nappy a** head, my dad telling me grow up, but
My hair is my wisdom, I battle the system
With every fiber in my body
So light that dirty bleazy
Cuz finding a dollar fifty is surprisingly easy
I've got a bad vice I just can't kick
I didn't ask to be broke man, I just got picked
I've got a nasty habit of having a nasty habit
So I'm underground like a radish, man they Peter the Rabbit
Had to dig deep to discover my mental capacit
But now I have, observe my lyrical affidavit
Now here I am at the alpha point of the longest journey
And I can only see the outline of the beaten path
I've got a quiver full of arrows I crafted myself
A dub sack for my stess, minimal cash
And at a point I was depressed, a literal crash
I had to turn the game around like a pivotal pa**
So absorb some of my spirit, subliminal blast