Mick Jenkins - Happy Gilmore lyrics

[Intro] "The fact that... so many people outside the culture of Chicago, they hyped up the music not knowing that real lives would be affected. All the type of madness happened within the music, and the music was a real life depiction of that. How'd you feel about that?" "I wanted to slap you in your face, honestly..." "The hell are you doi--agh!" [Verse] Tryna spit my sh**, you'd likely slit your throat You b**h n***as ain't Piccolo Ain't no comeback kid, eight fingers on thumbtack, kid I'm just open-handed slapping n***as Happy Gilmore tactics, catch you slipping if he carve up the ice Princess cuts in my flows, this n***a in here lighting squares like he no Vanna White It's funny, I'm just in here copping some O's Serve me a QP for a G Back on the street, I'm in a steamer with a hoodie on (Bro, y'all n***as hot as hell) It turn to a sauna with them boys behind us n***as in Pilsen, not Paris, they still gon' have to find us My security blanket damn manifest like Linus Sharp as Steve Harvey linen in the nine nineties A young black man more honest than he's non-violent 'Cause sometimes n***as need they a** beat, foreal, yeah I don't f** with collagen, don't do no apologin' I don't fix my lips for these n***as I'ma say what's on my mind, a hundred all of the time You can s** a n***a dick, you feel different I would tell it to my bros, I don' told it to my foes If you think I'm on some sh**, you should listen I'ma look you in your face if I hit you Give a f** about your clique or who with you, n***a [Outro] It could be one or two or three or four... or more Or more (one) or more (one, two) Or more (one) or more