[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
And I been on that same shit that I was on in 09
Never did the pig, and I do not fuck with bovine
Either man, check the style, I can spit a couple clotheslines
Hang em out to dry, give a fuck about a cosign
Feature, I could teach you bout bars like the DEA
Talk green with the PGA
Spark a stogey, I’m so up to par
So up to par, these niggas bogey
All that flashy shit is bogus
Nigga show me what you produce like vegetarian grocery carts
From the heart, and it’s mostly art
With a flow that break ankles, much worser than Kobe’s are
What a holy art
And Jason Sellers should have went to Juilliard
I know too many talented minds to not prevail
Southside, just a plot detail
Rebel, and it’s designer, hope we never think it’s cot, retail
Free nation rebel, you cannot resell
He, so, over the wave, I just hope that you can follow the flow
The flood’s coming, you can’t just follow the boat
It’s an art nigga, provide the light when it gets dark
Just let the vibes be the spark
Chilling, chiefing in the park, we
Was five deep, did defend like it was shark week
Via Rosa brought the sage and the parsley
I’m hardly, anything like anyone you ever thought you knew
Never mind what you thought you do
We want the real
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