[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]

Uh, shaking

I'm shaking up folks and I'm coming up off of the south side
My n*ggas is outside
Elephant in the room, my problems is mouse-sized
Taking my mask off; these n*ggas Jim Carrey, these n*ggas Mrs. Doubtfire
I'll take 'em to task
If I took an L, then you know that shit was an outlier
Fill up my flask, but only wish[?] it to put out fires
Extinguish
A linguist, I sew it together and make it feel seamless
The way that spin it, I know they ain't speaking my English
I'm talking peso, need mucho queso
I need it
If its my say-so, it's no sombrero
I mean it
I'm thoroughbred
Mama say I'm hard-headed, I'm more arrowhead
I could feel the jones in my bones, I'm no Marowak[?]
Different focus, shit still movin' if I'm paralyzed
After we shake hands, I'm gon' sterilize
Keep it clean
Neosporin, how I'm in the cut
I peep the scene
Shit look fuzzy, n*ggas acting like its peachy keen
Grass always look greener, bad bitch in the front seat
They see resting bitch face
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