(Ay) Crash landin’ on a thought This insulated spot The buzzards hover heavy, try to peck at what I got I smell the setup from a mile but I’m never in shock Never gon’ flop, coast through the lows, lift off the dock (Skrrt!) Old heads preachin’, ain’t a thang changed in the cycle How they treatin’ me? Just like they did my idols Pilin’ up the taxes, drainin’ my ancestors’ magic Won’t show no love for no Jackson, rather be bumpin’ some Haggard (Ugh, no sir) And they kids play clever, huh Big like Tia Tamera, huh More hands than Sierra, huh Little flame, I flare up, huh Shorty thick like November, I still bend her, no agenda (P-p-p-pull up on me baby) Hibernate, twist the veggie See my dogs gettin’ locked for the reggie, free ‘em up, no petty Need that cream, pistachio, levitatin’ Pearly white Beamer, fish-tailin’, switchin’ pavement Velvet seats in it, that’s a belly ache I done went Mental Mike on the melee, ooo, uh! She on the Venmo, he on the Venmo I want the peso, I want the payload She do what I say so, now She geeked up, yeah, she might hit the Faygo Send that RIP out, and it’s for the Halo Back when I was hurtin’ had to sip that Carlo Rossi slow Now I’m on a roll, got ‘em salty like them nachos, oh I used to dream about the coupe, baby Now I daydream about when it was me and you, baby Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby Now I only think of you I don’t know what’s righteous, I won’t say what’s cursed Pen be like a scalpel when I spill these words I could birth a prayer if I flip this verse That’s why I be stretchin’ just to lift my hurt Blackness be the sweetness Hidden deep inside the frequencies That’s why you got the need To peep at me like I’m some deity Mirror game, duality I’m seein’ you peepin’ me Now we mirror equally And that don’t come easily Needless to say I hate that we meet in this way Felt like I packed it all up ‘Bout a week ago I don’t know If I change my flow, might tap the unreachable Selling syllables, morals be minimal Diggin’, seekin’ miracles Bleedin’, curtain’s fallin’ slow Earn a milli quick just to owe it to some criminal If they tell me “no,” I be geeked, all I hear is “go!” Crossfire heatin’, but I’m tip-toe, winter cold I done went Mental Mike on the melee, ooo, uh! She on the Venmo, he on the Venmo I want the peso, I want the payload She do what I say so, now She geeked up, yeah, she might hit the Faygo Send that RIP out, and it’s for the Halo Back when I was hurtin’ had to sip that Carlo Rossi slow Now I’m on a roll, got ‘em salty like them nachos, oh I used to dream about the coupe, baby Now I daydream about when it was me and you, baby Yeah, used to dream about the coupe, baby Now I only think of you Brrr—pickin’ the bone when they mimic my spirit, Lickin’ the throne while I’m buildin’ the village, Hittin’ the script, got a mission to clear it, Sick of the clones while I’m liftin’ the lyric (Facts!) Snakes in the cloak tryna feast off the elders, Dozers approach tryna squeeze out the shelter, Focus the growth, let it breathe in the delta, Hope in my soul, gotta seed for the welter (Whew!) Grind in the drought while they mime off the legends, Mind in the clouds while I’m bindin’ the message, Sign of the sound, it’s divine, it’s embedded, Pride in the rounds while they cry for the leverage (Yuh!) Hand-me-down kings tryna cash out the culture, Candy-coat dreams tryna flash past the vultures, Family trees when I branch out the motion, Stand on my creed while they tap dance over (Woo!) Spinnin’ through pain, turn the loss to a journal, Winnin’ through rain, got the frost on the kernel, Bendin’ the frame, never lost in a circle, In with the flame like a gospel infernal (Sheesh!) (Yeah…) Talk to my blood, talk to my ghost, Plantin’ my seeds where the greedy won’t go, They sellin’ they soul for a piece of a post, I been buildin’ my throne outta streets and my hopes (Hope) Heavy is the head, still I sleep with the load, Carvin’ every scar like a speech in my bones, Came from the cold but I feast on the lows, Now I breathe like a king and I preach from the soul (Bless!) Everything elastic, but my optics gettin’ pixelated My metaphors buried under bricks where the witches waited I bet I’m gon’ grab it, I know I’m gon’ snag it Happiness, cheddar stack, mild accountant I found the fountain (Splash splash) Born in onyx ink, how could God reroute this? Told him, “Run me my gladness, I need my clout now” Thank you Jesus, whoever you be I know you blessed me with this gift of painting symphonies And simply, the lonely been singin’ good to me Told them, “Run me my laughter, I need my holy now” Thank you Jesus, whoever you be Thank you Jesus, whoever you be
