Talkin’ $hit Mick Jenkins (Ft. Stock Marley)

[Intro: Mick Jenkins & jSTOCK]
(Yawns)
Yahhhh
Ahaaa
(Laughs)
FTMG
What'cha know about it?
Yahh

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Trynna had a peace sign on the keys to the whip
Piece, pipe, pass, and keef on the spliff
Trynna keep the peace, tell yo' homies to relax cause it's homies in the Chi with the piece on the hip
Put the message to yo' mind, get the keys to your heart
Then I stunt like a nigga puttin' keys on the strip
Like 12 in the trunk in the old day Wu
Ginger-Ale in my cup and some OJ too
Talk a '09 Chi with the Cocaine Coupe
And you already knew that the top J. Crew
Ya know I got love for the tri-state few
With the rubber bandannas so the socks stay viewed
Niggas don't gas, I ain't runnin' out of fuel
Shit gettin' hot and I ain't runnin out of cool
[?] on the wrist gettin' wet cause i'm draped and i'm dripped like i'm running out the pool
Gotta face of the piff and i'm running with the crew
Dollas in ya pocket if you ridin' with the Free
Call a couple niggas and we pile in the car with my knees to the seat like i'm ridin' with police
Girl gettin' spoiled like a tub of cottage cheese
Ridin' through the streets like i'm reppin' Cottage Grove
Hop up out the drop
At the spot
And it's hot
Give a dap to the niggas and a nod to the hoes