Intro:
Standing in the bottoms with the bottom of that bottle
In the middle of the rut with a smile on me, yeah
Eyes on me, yeah
Keep your mother fucking eyes on me, yeah
Verse 1:
Cough it up, I clap it up
We way too dope for adequate
We throw then ducks in aqueducts
Because you hoes is watered
Passing me the torch
But imma burn the town around the fork
In the road that you niggas got me stuck in please
Yeah
Same old me, yeah
Three fifths of the nigga that you can't see, yeah
I can scope for miles around for stamps and food
To give the children of the house
And we wishing for a future that don't have us thinking that it's a drought
My father said he was in love when he made me
I thought about for a second, it wasn't hard to see
And the entire affair, is damn near apart of me
So when I take a sip of this coffee it's cause I'm parched, you see?
So pardon me
I haven't seen the pastor in a minute
Can you pardon me?
Absolving adorations of the sin I got to speak
On and on, and on and on
You fuckers got the secrets that the world wanna know
I wanna know where you go, in this life, and we try
To make a privilege of ourselves but you mother fuckers just make it
So hard, so hard
But I'mma black out
Uh, uh
Verse 2:
I find it beneficial
That I've been official
Been knocking knees
Since I came up out the womb nigga
And all my beats are made by me
Because I'd have to buy a by
Spending money, all these sunny days
Just going by and by
My oh my, would you look at the time
It's on my mind, that the boy gotta shine
Woah, gotta let my mind go
Gotta let my mind go
Nigga I'mma black out
Thinking that I'm heated
I ain't pulled my fucking black out
Pre-chorus:
Black out
They told us they wanted all of the blacks out
But you brought us here in fear
And we rising up, and you hate it now
It's like this and like that
Verse 3:
Why should I sing my praises?
When you stepped on my hands?
Why do I feel this gracious knowing that
Knowing that I ain't shit
Reaping them bottles slow
All my homies, they mamas know me
We go back like oldies that Sanford and Son on TV, boy
Kissing ladies on necks my boy
Penetration of pen
At the matter of any hand
We just get it in
How we get it in
Dividends my nigga
Yeah they been my niggas
Uh
Chorus:
Singing to the tune of my favorite song
Singing to the tune of my favorite song
Singing to the tune of the ancient drums
Oh ah
Verse 4:
What do they want from me?
Why do these niggas come around whenever I'm hungry?
I'm tired of the funky story that you liars telling
We heard about it in the end and it was quite compelling
You weren't on the corner with dope inside your Pelle Pelle
It was made in a minute
The finished sin was a sentence
Was talking that shit then I noticed I've been it
I'm like Taylor Bennett, I'm in it to win it
Got by off a couple grams of that Whitney
I wondered why the ball was getting bigger and bigger
Then it hit me
I'm like 50 with a buck 50
All my niggas with me iced out
Cold hearted cause we feel departed
From this moment in life we got right now
Used to stay grounded but I can take flight now
Shaking that body
I ain't talking Follie's
I'm trying to see what's in your pockets, boy
My great grandaddy fought for the freedoms of others
And it was just not enough
10th grade was when I sold my first beat
Then I was like 'fuck a job'
Running into labels with a fucking sales pitch
I might as well throw a lob
Niggas out here screaming 'Black Lives Matter'
But hate another nigga's pockets
Got me pissy like a bladder full of liquor
I'mma blow just like a rocket
Keep it quiet and I'll holla
Run up in the spot and violate the tenants
With the pot up on the stove
We putting the dope in the treasure trove
We get it, we get it, we get it
We gone from a place of complacency
Where niggas gotta have a scale to read
Feed the people, five thousand on they knees
When winter fell I felt like John Snow
Hold a fo' with all my fucking hope
Holy moly trying to find the glory of the story
And you fucking know it boy
Woah
Gotta let my mind go
Gotta let my mind go
Gotta let my mind go
Nigga I'mma black out
