[Intro: Jean Deaux]
They say there's gon' be a downpour
They say the water's gon' wash away my people
(You tell them, you tell them I'm coming, tell them then...)
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
We probably gon' need a boat
I'm thinking kindred to Titanic, like why panic
It all depend on who whipping that bitch
John Legend to slave master, punish a slave faster
It all depend on who whipping that bitch
She stripping, it all depend on who tipping that bitch
I bet it's no king of diamonds
She showed those niggas love, diamond in rough
That's a ten of clubs, they told her it was gon' rain
They told her "do those drugs" then she'll feel no pain
Nigga check the correlation, ideas realized by corporations
In communities where people are too poor for patience
Ooh, I know you hear that truth that I spit like a relaxed tooth
Cold turkied all the politics, I'm relapsed proof
Cold shouldered all the ops they probably cashews
If you can't see the tree, in truth, you probably think cash rules
I got no time for your living, writing pennies for the thought
Drop a dime for your living, look around nigga, we can see the signs are the limit
Section 8 'bout as low as the pigeons, we did it, too fly
My nigga too fly, our people dying I ain't kidding like our tubes tied
They say there's gon' be a downpour
They say the water's gon' wash away my people
(You tell them, you tell them I'm coming, tell them then...)
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
We probably gon' need a boat
I'm thinking kindred to Titanic, like why panic
It all depend on who whipping that bitch
John Legend to slave master, punish a slave faster
It all depend on who whipping that bitch
She stripping, it all depend on who tipping that bitch
I bet it's no king of diamonds
She showed those niggas love, diamond in rough
That's a ten of clubs, they told her it was gon' rain
They told her "do those drugs" then she'll feel no pain
Nigga check the correlation, ideas realized by corporations
In communities where people are too poor for patience
Ooh, I know you hear that truth that I spit like a relaxed tooth
Cold turkied all the politics, I'm relapsed proof
Cold shouldered all the ops they probably cashews
If you can't see the tree, in truth, you probably think cash rules
I got no time for your living, writing pennies for the thought
Drop a dime for your living, look around nigga, we can see the signs are the limit
Section 8 'bout as low as the pigeons, we did it, too fly
My nigga too fly, our people dying I ain't kidding like our tubes tied
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