Chuki Beats - Pasta lyrics

[Intro] Man this guy has no bars No bars! Oh, I just hit the microphone He still got no bars though Absolutely no bars Here we go Yo [Verse 1] Tell me what the f** you doin' Even if you k** the man it doesn't k** the movement Look at Martin Luther King man he proved it His eulogy it did not conclude it That was an illusion, peaceful retribution on they a** And look what that started Getting farther regardless of what they be talking I'm the life of the party, so Let's forget all this bullsh** ‘bout groupies and j**elry And express ourselves like we ought to with music Foreign whips need some brains to produce 'em Stop popping these bottles let's offer solutions Like ooh Tell me where you wanna go And ooh I'ma try to help you find your road You looking for some answers man you oughta look nearer You can find your destination when you stand in the mirror Distance yourself if you can't see a little clearer People k**ing just for kicks, rest in peace J Dilla They pay $350 man what are they thinking? I would give bae hickies if I had a bae with me I'm a great kisser in the field I play in it It ain't even for the p**y man I swear I ain't kitten Don't get it twisted bruh, ain't no switch hitting I just want to lay with a girl who ain't afraid of missing I'm a little too young to be thinking ‘bout children But my blueprint doesn't call for big pimping Tch, but you don't know nothing bout that You say you only wanna count stacks You only like if it's like a match But where's your soul man you found that? [Refrain] Everything I speak I say it explicitly Cause I don't do too well with the imagery Maybe I'm just lacking in creativity Speaking on things that can't be put simply [Verse 2] It ain't young Miggy with the shot, nah But it be young Miggy with the block bruh If you fly inside my zone you'll get swatted Cause I got defensive range, ain't no opera In the city that I played, man the block's hot The pressure's on me cause they just turned off the shot clock They're steady staring at my pace, man stop watching But peep me as I get it going, chop chop They tryna blow me up but that's not what I'm for, condoms Really I just duck and dodge the drama Really I be silent in the corner eating pasta Cause real G's move in silence homie that's my mantra All these people acting fake, living out an Oscar Acting like they hot stuff, freshly made pasta Really though, they just need a friend group like they Oscar People round to to tell you everything that you are not bruh! I don't do that pessimism, a mist I am not bruh I just wanna rule out unrealistic options I'm just tryna fly up to the light just like a moth does And turn these hating people into beetles like I'm Kafka Shout out Lil B, he stays positive often I think like a cough does I just might be Hopsin But I'll never get people that hitch it like a golf swing But I got that oxen drive, that's DeAndre Hopkins Pull up in the parking lot (skrr), Olive Gardens bossing Soup and salad combo and the breadsticks with my pasta Some dudes make it to the top and lose track where they start from Really how you gon' say being broke's against the law, bruh? People like that make me hit my face just to the palm, bruh Heated in deep water man they turn soft like they pasta I ain't hating on somebody trying to get they guap up But be honest with yourself man that sh** is awful [Refrain] Everything I speak I say it explicitly Cause I don't really do good with the imagery Maybe I'm just lacking in creativity Speaking on things that can't be put simply [Verse 3] Sipping this tea just to channel my anger Turn it to qi and then find all the answers With my brain as the medium people gon'… sh**, that why no one understands it My mind is a cage for the thoughts in my brain But on rainy days man my brain's an escape This is the place where my dreams lie awake And the peace that we have isn't aimed at your face And each hood is safe without needing a gate Both inside and outside these homes cannot break Our children can dream and just play and create and just grow! So you can miss me with the hate Yeah miss me with the hate Miss me with the hate [Outro] I told you I can't, articulate What I want to say is a slave to the chains At the pace that I pray maybe one day I'll say Broken Heart's coming soon baby sorry for the wait