Mick Jenkins - Vampire In Brooklyn lyrics

[Verse 1] I was nodding my head to your style 'fore you took your first breaths You still taking your very first steps with this rap sh** I'm past that I'm out in traffic, exchange the paper for the plastic We needed some glam rap for the bodies I'ma lay down I be with playwrights, nah we don't play 'round Where we hear action, improv n***as all up in my faction And we don't know no fiction, only facts Whole numbers, we ain't doing fractions You n***as capping What you pillage? You know Cappadonna? Claim pimp, You jump ship if a mac was on ya Talking loud we can't smell no pack on you, I do not believe it Chest out, but you dry heaving And you couldn't even try leaving Bite marks on your neck s**ing dick for respect You would flip for a check I ain't never f**ed with Jesse white Politicians is politicians My n***a, miss me with the politicking [Chorus] Scoop up a n***a 'fore he learn the ropes Take from that n***a when he look away Working real hard, he gon' earn his broke Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Take from that n***a when he look away Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way [Verse 2] Flipping sh** like spatulas I'm talking six months in 'fore I knew I was f**ing with Dracula Immediately withdrawn I watched them n***as you pissed on Two weeks prior was kissing they a** Couldn't even tolerate you twisting the gra** Hit it and dash Like, if it ain't the gas, I'ma blast, my g Stay in a cut 'til it's a gash, my g From out south, done seen whole lot of blood, like my a**, YG Guard down, dodging blows Ali-esque Tryna' drop the waters, I'm just getting my feet wet with the business Who knew I'd be in bed with the snakes Taking off, and I'm already on my breaks Ain't seen no cake yet with chains on They tell me that that's just the brakes So I copped a chainsaw I'm on my leather face now Like, f** your pepper spray I do it way too fly for featherweights And almost Kyrie when I hesitate Know this sh** gon' resonate I just put my ten in a collection plate and pray about it It really ain't much else to say about it I'm on my drug dealer chic Moms got the pocket rocket I just copped a old school to roll through the streets Now I'm plotting on 26 acres, f** a lease Tryna' raise a pack of dogs, f** a leash I be with my b**h, she be on her sh** And she keep me on mines I don't own no watch to keep me on time Know exactly where I'm supposed to be I know exactly who this close to me I know my wrist is exact f** a list, even when I'm doing grocery shopping Crisco flow boy, I'm supposed to be popping And damn near wavy as the ocean be