Memnon The Black - Homeless-Chic lyrics

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