What Am I to Do Mick Jenkins

[Intro]
Well I bet ya
Well I bet ya
Well I bet ya
Well I bet—

[Verse 1]
Ali's jabbin' them shit feel like hooks
The less you got stuffed in your pocket books
The more these politicians sound like crooks
They give me sloppy looks
They gave us nothing, had to hustle same way coffee cook
Early morning grinding trying to help these niggas wake up
Etch A Sketch flows, I got the shit to shake up
Niggas switching clothes
Niggas even switch their face up
But these clowns could never really switch their make up
Fam' it's in your genes
Fuck is that, Moschin'?
My triple beam onto bigger schemes
I'm on these waves
Don't expect a hand-clap 'cause you swim upstream
I'm expecting sand traps, I be in the green
If we talking green backs I'm back in the black
Been had the formula since Similac
Delicate flows under heavy metal bars but they're still intact
What's a nigga to do?
When you call the police but the trigger's on you
Shit crazy, man