Pyrite Mick Jenkins (Ft. Lord Of The Fly)

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Now put your motherfucking hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
I'm just crushing niggas never been no player
Coz this ain't no game
Drive fast homie this ain't your lane
I'll take the less travelled
Put it over wax that's a blessed candle
Won't cross over for no blessed handles
Or distressed damsels
You get no credit when your checks cancelled
You disrespect and then I dismantle
I disagree but never this mental
It's smooth as butter when it's this gentle
You ask your mother to use this pencil
I'm on point, fam
Poised to snap like I'm trying to hit the joint, fam
We treat ops like pigs when they oink, fam
Y'all niggas bringing home the bacon? No stressing
Treating every day like a blessing
I hope you niggas awake, I hope you niggas awake

[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
My heart says grind on the brakes
My mind say grind for the cake
I ain't talking ?? but that grass looks greener
??? but that ass looks meaner
I'm just a sinner
Youngin going through the woes
And I do it for the free, give a fuck about the gold
Fuck with me famo