Mick Jenkins - Gucci Bag lyrics

[Intro] "...Dividing and conquer, not stop So easy for us to love each other 'cause we so f**ing fly Look at our skin, this sh** is golden red, black, chocolate Our hearts is made of diamonds and- And we treat ourselves like motherfu... like like we can't see that, man." [Verse 1] Uh, funky flowers in my Gucci bag Lowkey balling like a Boosie fade And I'm pulling up like Melo, red and yellow k** a fellow, watch for snakes, they don't take a break We don't need no sleep, we been sleep, need to stay awake Stay alert, we just play aloof 'til I'm Beowulf Bayonet, I don't gotta shoot, all my sh** is sharp Get some flint, I do more than sparks with the penmanship I be on that art over censorship n***as need Sensidyne to hold the truth within they lips Making love when they kiss their teeth Just bring the same energy that you had on the internet False flagging, I ain't into that I'm in the paint like Rembrandt Where your sinners at? Where you eating dinner at? We'll infiltrate, you imitate We innovate, we in the field We Holyfield, we here you biting, now you Hollywood And I'm just getting high and writing, I got [Chorus: Mick Jenkins & Michael Anthony] Uh, funky flowers in my Gucci bag Lowkey balling like a Boosie fade And I'm pulling up like Melo n***as egos give me chills I [?] that b**h and [??] My song ain't worth no 100 mil Look boy, I do this sh** for real You know how that feel [Verse 2] Yeah, I don't need a cosign, I'm in my own tangent Seeing all the angles, working through semantics Got n***as frantic They want me down with dog, I've been praying mantis Look, we ain't flipping yola, we just doing yoga Stretching while you stressing out about your wallet Step my training up to hyperbolic Chambers got my brain on brolic So I wanna block the knowledge 'Cause they know that sh** could spread like Bubonic Shift the plate, tectonics, 'cause a sonic boom From the tonic room, shake the seismic charts This sh** art, this sh** part Red Seas, talked to burning bushes Had to learn to keep pushing, f** how n***as looking I've been out her burning kushes, I got [Chorus] Uh, funky flowers in my Gucci bag Lowkey balling like a Boosie fade And I'm pulling up like Melo Uh, funky flowers in my Gucci bag Lowkey balling like a Boosie fade And I'm pulling up like Melo n***as egos give me chills I [?] that b**h and [??] My song ain't worth no 100 mil Look boy, I do this sh** for real You know how that feel?