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作词 : Mick Jenkins
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Give a **** if yo' pockets low, we been living lowkey
Wonder how we was popping bottles, this far below deep
Poverty line wasn't no avocados but toast was on me
Early, would break fast was hopping gates pearly
Mistakes add up, some niggas could name the police
Some niggas always need somebody else name on the lease
Some of us struggling to find inner peace, I'm still fighting a beast
I show love I definitely
Against shorty and despite that she preach
While I'm smoking my roach
Nigga, been treehugging
Tryna widen my reach
Morе vitamin E
Really tryna my skull
They tryna tell mе
My freedom abides on a
Son of every water I choke
Most times I get tried for
I spoke I cry
But never ask why 'cause I know
They give a **** if you fly, we supposed to fly to sell dope
We supposed to to give them the keys so they can get the door
Still had to kick in the door just to get in the door
When we was five and we gon' call the boy a thug for the rest of his life
I walk through
Everything the taught me
Still feeling groggy
Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee
No Geoffrey
I ain't tiptoeing, that's too
I ain't tiptoeing, that's too
too often
Only look at mirrors through the smoke
Everything go rogue
Everything's glossy
I feel no evil at all
I pray my closest don't fall, I know somebody gon' fall
**** saving face I can't keep changing pace to stay up with y'all
niggas running in place to chase waterfalls
I can relate, I can't erase the time
Was tryna handle it all
I'm no Kyrie in the least
I had to learn it the harder way, niggas pennies decrease
A couple niggas deceased
I watched some niggas retreat
You ever had a peace treaty but niggas
I started turning my cheek
I had to turn a new leaf on niggas
Was on them backwoods for some weeks
Then I got straight to the paper, my paper straight as it crease
Got paperweights for receipts
Got labelmates we been scammed by the same man we don't speak
The neighbors hate, we don't speak
Don't come to preaching just practice whatever you was gon' preach
Scratch my back if you reach
Gotta match my joy if you smoking
These niggas will do you like leaches
I'm seeing ghosts like it's Bleach
I brought my sand to a fire created a beach
I put my soul in these beats
I walk through
Everything the taught me
Still feeling groggy
Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee
No Geoffrey
I ain't tiptoeing, that's too
I ain't tiptoeing, that's too