[Intro]
You say waves, I say wa-ves
Kaepernick, waddup, I knew they was gonna do that to you
But it's all good though, you gotta stand up for something
[Verse 1]
Gravitons, orbit around my halo space, halo space
Lil Debbie crumbs and potato flakes
Junkyard food meets 808s
Better say your grace
Stay your place, play your ba**
And wait on a upright
Right up to them n***as that don't like us
Writer, fiber optics on high fiber
Move
Quick like that, no i go ask, ain't sh** like that
Magnum entendre, rollin on a rubber hit
Virgin for the album, floatin on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
Floatin on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got em clothes up the flow and taught em how to dress
Made a space so they can milk this way
Had em open up the utters
Broken off hat had, folks in all colors
I wish a n***a would try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin all hard tho
NASCAR star got bars bout a Carlo
You know LF won to come out the top
But for this [?] I'm just open up the car door
[?]
Might spit the stash box sequence that i open up the cargo
If I break it down to your lil homie, might get a n***a CARTO
You ain't gotta worry 'bout ours tho
DROGAS Light, DROGAS
And I might drop SKULLS as an art show
K-dot wants stretch marks
I wanna own everything that west of the best parts
KRIT, everything from the legs down
Mickey FACTS, everything where the neck starts
Necklace, head heart, go, get set, mark, oh
[Hook]
Turn the mics up
Like a n***a 'round fight club
And the fuzz came through to indict us
But it's an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
[?]
I be speaking it right
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus was white
Oh lord
I be speaking it right
But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus was white
All right, all right, oh lord
[Verse 2]
But… I'm back to the mentally (mental league?)
And it's not about natural ability
You would think that Kap took a shat on the staute of liberty
God Damn..
It's like we're trapped in a memory
Untrue facts where black is the injury
And makes we wanna snap
And just slap me an enemy
And go into the back and just rap to infinity
f**… be more like Chance
Solo acts be more like bands
Adversaries be more like fans
BD's and GD's be more like fam…
I'm just vibin for the summer?
Women lie, men lie
And everybody lie about the numbers
Hard to be smart when the only thing on your mind
Is dying from a thumper
I know I'm weird but n***a it's REAL
Better to hear it from a n***a like Lu
Than before you hear it from a n***a like trump..
Talking to a n***a like you…
[Hook]