Gold Purple Orange Jean Grae & Quelle Chris (Ft. Dane Orr)

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
If you two-wheel and tryna chill, get a kickstand
Everybody gettin' money had a game plan
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man
Everybody alt-right gotta be white
Everybody disagree gotta be wrong
Everybody black dick gotta be long
Every mixtape dropped gotta be free
Everybody from the hood gotta be G
Everything in the news gotta be real, right?
Every Jew, golden rule, gotta save bills
Every young nigga gotta deadbeat daddy
Every independent lady attitude trashy
Anybody ain't lit gotta be old
If you dressed like that, you gotta wanna fuck
If I got locs, then they gotta stay blowed
And if it ain't fronto it gotta be a blunt
And if I cop squares, why they gotta be 'Ports?
Either keep it real or you Unc' Tom buggin'
If two ain't the same, why one gotta be broke?
You can play the game, I ain't gotta be nothin'
For you, but me
From the head nappy to feet
Can't hurry somethin' so complete
Took time like duck confit
If spaceships too far from your reach
It's weightless way down in the deep, yeah
You ain't 'bout to have me lose no sleep 'cause I'm grindin'
You ain't 'bout to see me snoozin', no sleep
Same time, man