Mick Jenkins - Pyrite lyrics

[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