Strapped Mick Jenkins

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Young, nigga, been sick for a minute
How come you still lost?
What you ain't noticed the cough?
What you ain't noticed the sneeze?
Bet that you noticed the steeze
Two pennies up in my loafs
Stupendous troubles I wrote
Waterfalls up through my nose
Couple my niggas a bunch of these hoes
Talkin bout all of our woes
You know how that story goes
Well, she was like
'all this smoke don't make no fuckin sense nigga'
'sweetie I got these loafers on
I don' already told you I don't need your two cents nigga'
Ain't you heard?
Theres dollars in yo pocket if you ride with the freaks
Ain't you heard?
There's choppers in the pockets o' these lil niggas ridin through the streets
Hope you ride with a G, or three
Like Big Boi, so fresh and so clean
Hope you can trust in your team
Cause if you sleepin on niggas around here
They gon' be stretchin yo dreams
All cause you flexin yo cream
Blood is the sweat of the streets
Even with sugar it's never that sweet