Mick Jenkins - Is, This Cigarette lyrics

[Chorus] Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet Lot of ni**as bred, not a lot of ni**as thorough How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this cigarettes? Is it nicotine? [Verse 1] Where my ni**as at? Making something of themselves, placing bigger bets We got bigger fish to filet we ain’t laying up Don’t give ’em that sh*t from the free throw, ni**as fu*king hacks Got the simulation glitching b*tch we busting back Now they leaning in to listen, got the baritone Still a couple ni**as drowsy off the 'tussin pack I’m feeling energies I’m even peeping pheromones I’m screening enеmies like casting calls for Marvel flicks Brought watеr to drink, brought water to gargle with If it was salt water most at the surface on some snorkel sh*t I’m in the dark water it’s black and white just like the orcas is Killing sh*t, Darth Vader even with the force These ni**as forcing it Art paid us even with the failure, know I’m fortunate Raw papers twisting up these joints, I’m no contortionist Star gazer, look up at the sky and know it’s more than this Piss on ni**as flows I’m Mr. Porcelain, please pardon me Salt shakers for the seasoning, it ain’t no salt in me Sharp razors in my company they not just ornaments Far greater with my ni**as, what’s the coordinates? [Chorus] Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet It’s a lot of ni**as bred, not a lot of ni**as thorough How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this cigarettes? Is it nicotine? [Verse 2] I was hotboxing the stain back at the gang way I been chain smoking no chains just shorty namesake I been lane switching I ain’t switching the frame rate Iron chef cooking you can’t stay in the same kitchen Whip it left handed my aim steady I can’t sway Bass clef branded they know that I keep it low key Eight packs legend I can’t stress it enough though ni**a born from pain, I remember when I would hit Purp up for that quarter thang Got that bullsh*t off my shoulder like a halter top An altered path, the type of ni**a to cop Baltic Ave Been picking up the type of sh*t they say I ought to drop On my Andre sh*t I might just go and grab a flute ‘Cause flipping your sh*t for the mob is how they often flop I gave ’em water and I heard someone talking flutes A noble savage I can turn into Chernobyl if I drop this nuke [Chorus] Honestly, I doubt it if I only seen it on the Internet It’s a lot of ni**as bred, not a lot of ni**as thorough How this thing that I love gon’ kill me, is this, cigarettes Is it nicotine