2011 Mick Jenkins

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Yeah, went to school in Alabama, met free nation
Had the California on me, I think higher education, a sensation
Chicago in my body, though, just for your information
I don't get how y'all see flattery in imitation
I'm something they can't copy, though
Started with the poetry, I just wanted to be popular
And then I got the hoes on me, but that really ain't spark nothing
Then I got some flow in me, and then I threw some art in there
Then I put a thousand hours in, then ten thousand hours in
Fifty thousand hours in, it was dark in there
Always thought that poppin' shit to niggas you ain't know is foolish, like
You don't talk that code, that system shit, you just go do it right
Busy playin' all the angles, still think we congruent, how?
Niggas booed him, wow, niggas cut his time, niggas threw him out
Valet boutique parley, then the niggas missin' classes, now
I'm rappin' and my shorty with me plottin' on a master's
I'm like, "Damn"

[Chorus: Venna]
Feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Did ten thousand hours, feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Now, now, now, now