Look, uh (yeah)
I've been getting paid for like seven whole summers (Summers)
Workin' like a slave, won't sleep until the sun up (Woo)
Fire in the booth, turn this bitch into a sauna (Yeah)
Movin' like a hot boy, certified stunner (Yeah)
I'm the best in the game, so these niggas try one-up
Got your girl in the Range, she just lookin' for a come up
I don't even know her name, but she still gettin' done up
You are not with the gang, homie, you never one of us (No, never)
They tryna take me under (Under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder (It makes me wonder)
Will the pain ever number?
I be thankin' God we survived those summers
The block is so hot, concrete made his back burn
Knock 'em off his feet, now that should make his ass learn
In front of police 'cause they still makin' fat earns
What type of beast gon' blast when your back's turned?
I wish I could get through this feeling
This feeling, this feeling
I wish I could get through this feeling
This feeling, this feeling
Egyptian mathematics
Colonizers and laughin' at African magic, turned to a habit
Nigga, don't make pull a hat out a rabbit
Ring doomed to a fascist-sized royalty and that's just a classic
I was debating taking masterclasses
But the slavemasters manufactured the plastic, I peep the tactics
And it's still happenin'
You not welcome here, you and your Black skin
Blood, DNA, and the fabric was on the block playin' Badminton
They just mad 'cause I act different
Runnin' with my pants with the patches, your floors pretty
You can wear the pageant
Paleolithic, I'm too Jurassic for these niggas, been the baddest
Induce electric feel with a magnet
Your boy Jay and he really has it
The weekdays put me in a weak daze
Me, Raury and Joey all on the same track
And we back at it, that's the true meaning of Black magic, what up?
No gravity, Wavy Baby, the icon
So happily spit a verse as long as a python
You can't understand the heights that my kites on
Cleaning out your lyrics with lysol
This is like Fight Club, for the written words, spit a poem in reverse
You probably couldn't spit a verse
Yeah, you did it but I did it first
If I'm lookin' for a copycat, I never gotta search, it's right here
Man, I can make the pain disappear for your nightmares
Psilocybin dreams when I cry tears
Light years away from the Earth and I'm flying in the higher sphere
Criteria's too serious, I told you niggas
The flow has grown delirious
Flow pyramid, the Sphinx's water erosion with no ocean
I swear your mind's a slow poke, and I'm not jokin'
And if the hook wasn't comin', I'd be still goin'
I wish I could get through this feeling
This feeling, this feeling
I wish I could get through this feeling
This feeling, this feeling
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
The Hills can't hold me
I sip slow, your window hit with rocks I'm throwing
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
I swear I'll ring your doorbell, girl, your momma knows me
But I'll probably just go walk home all alone and feel the breeze (ayy, yeah, uh)
I get the pen and paper going 'cause it feeds my needs
A young sophisticated one, only queens could see
A Bleeze with ease, into a nice evening
If Shangri-La, nirvana, heaven rest between her knees, I need to see
Need my wings, I need to eat
I need completed pictures
Memories is fading, ah, babe, you know I'm crazy
In eternal summer hazes
I know a lotta figures checking 'cause they need the king
Know a lotta niggas testing but believe in me
More weight than your every flow, when I sneeze, you geezer
Please believe, you rolling with some Gs Louise
I like to let it all burn like Ebenezer
Give a speech on my Martin Luther
Lose a tooth inside the booth
And you know we only spitting the truth
Indigo vision, you living proof, ayy, waddup?
I don't wanna roll 'round, lie again
FaceTime, we was cryin'
Fallin' asleep in the sky again
Every other month
I've been runnin' my routes all day
Tryna get paid and lamp in the shade
Mrs. Trippy Summer New Wave Hippy Parade
And I'm 'bout to tie-dye to the stage
Hey, hey, hey, hey
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