Micah James - Del friends (Writing exercise) lyrics

I got hennessy Got a lot of hennessy Drink the last drop blasting shots in my memory See it like a double helix, blurry with the symmetry Crying over mr. whiskers at the pet cemetery, YES I got misery Not a lot of empathy Got a lot of friends that still depend on white supremacy Rapping like someday i a**ume they might mention me In a conversation with some of the greats...oh, great Micah james mixed with mapei “don't wait" Especially when it comes to my pay, like, don't play Rapping ain't sh** so i'll gladly accept money Youngn said he had dimes I pray that he see 20 Chicago is in my blood even though i've never seen it Like, the congo is in my blood u can tell by the penis That's cra** Use laughs to balance out all of my illness I gotta lot homies and sh** but not real friends Real friends, like joan from that show girlfriends I'll get the sprite and the cups, you put the syrup in Black out and then wake up in the firmament Re-emerged from the chrysalis as actual seraphim Terrence tarantino at the terracinas That n***a got stomped out over a pair of sneakers Trying to be strictly monetary with this mic So u can save the commentary n***a just click like YO Half white like i'm finna fly a kite Drinking whole milk while riding a bike like what's good? Readdressing n***as wearing dresses like what's hood? And these old black men are still stressing what's good I'm like ask me any lil questions that you wanna know Do i really have time for all the drama? NO Are you supposed to end a sentence with a comma? NO Just grow up and watch which set you throw up A n***a bout to blow up like an actual balloon And then make a fool of myself like national lampoon I can see it, hazel green contacts i see it Maybeline cosmetic regine OK Vanity is genuinely really my thing I should hit the batting cages and just practice my swing In other words I should learn something more deeper than my features But you can't tell me sh** when i hit the fifth of this seagrams bro On a need to know basis at the oasis I don't really need no mo aces that would be tasteless I just need equipment and soldiers so i can make sh** I just need the world to stop tripping offa this gay sh** Black people dying and n***as don't wanna say sh** Cuz you afraid that you might lose your spot in the matrix If a n***a disrespected your mama you wouldn't take it But your sister getting murdered is something that you're ok with? f** it, let it ride my n***a Cuz kendrick said that we gon be all right my n***a, please Not a dis cuz i agree with the sentiment But we'll never be free nor innocent y'know?? Get bent repent and do what u gotta do Im not happy about it but i ain't mad at u Pikachu n***as popping up on some peekaboo Trying to dig deeper with that knife u might need a spoon To really get up into the earth Red clay Learning that your d**h day was your birth And it's cool if you getting your nest egg from some work But what if that just doesn't work? Get on your best leg Aka the good foot take a page from the good book And burn that mothaf**a Maybe i'm a rival of the bible It isn't blasphemy to criticize the disciples But n***as act iffy when it comes to living life tho Decolonization or conversation? But later for all of that freedom talk college is waiting An inclined walk could just mean you fall on your face and Then plummet back to the earth and end up in the basement, MY G By the way y'all still hating black women That's even if you giving 'em jobs and college tuition And then you see gay black men and think 'same difference' There's probably 5 rappers in the world that ain't b**hes Mothaf**a and I ain't one of em High yellow n***a like i'm sonning 'em, girl At the tilt chilling listening to sananda maitreya Trying to imagine the sh** that my aunt rhonda might say If she was here