[Produced by DJ Dahi] [Intro: Mick Jenkins] Sip! [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] I've been drinking all this water Piss ain't never been so clear, I'll be a martyr Right in front yo' face make no mistake I rolled the trees and took the truth right to the face This ginger ale is for your daughter Or your shorty or whatever A shortage of clever, we coming up shorter than ever (tell 'em) Electrical shortage, it's all in your circuit I'm working like scissors and not less you sparking it better We sparked the discussion Spark 'to yo' light bulb, just call me Confucius, we're causing concussions They're calling me conscious, a Jimminy Cricket Unfortunate events, got me writing it like Lemony Snicket Pearls of wisdom all in the pictures, depicted y'all n***as know how I roll it Know that I'm focused, know that I know what I'm holding is golden (Hurt Everybody) Southside n***a, seen a whole lot of sh** 6-point stars and a whole lot of dope with a shooter that'll miss; that's a whole lot of bricks The city that raised me, the people that taught me, the difference is crazy It's all love though, know that I'ma share my light when your vision gets hazy [Hook: TheMIND] They k**ed Malcolm, they k**ed Martin and I'ma Spartan and I'll be damned or they'll be blessed if I die here (And I know you know) I keep a pistol and the Bible if they try me, I ain't no k**er but guarantee that they'll see God here (I know you know) I know that I'm wrong, but the Chi is all I've known (I know you know) You could break my bones, they won't take my throne, this will always be my home [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] I was on the back porch getting faded Cup of ginger ale and them peanut bu*ter loafers Swear this lifestyle's so contagious Swear I told myself that I'd never be a smoker Fail, watch me inhale Hot box had a dumb n***a in jail Cops start young n***as piled in the whip Kings of the street, they was crowning the Vic Bail was like five hundred, Renelle held me down, never did pay her back Second degrees and negligences and apologies can't bring it all back, facts We off that slim, got a little fifth of Jack We off that feeling like Daniel Pray for the n***as that's lying, they don't wanna see me dismantle Put it on wax like a candle Send it to the blogs, I can see the fear Put it in your prayers, send it to your God n***as so flawed with the fraud if you act then the gat will applaud Got a pa**ion like Patrick I come off the block Grinding 'til holes in my shoes like I'm running in Crocs Don't slip I don't run in my socks Time is money, I'm all out of clock n***a, wake up; wake up, my n***a, you're sleeping I know that you thirsty, you ain't drinking water, my n***a you're tweaking And I'ma be right here in my spot A little more free than I already got Tripping off you cause you had your shot n***a, wake up [Hook: TheMIND]