Rags Mick Jenkins

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Yeah yeah yeah
Stepped up out the Gucci store with the tall bag
Feeling like a tall glass of water, fuck the holsters though
Looking at me all cheaply
And I ain't even looking for the price tag or my receipt
Bitch you got me fucked up
But let me digress
You read the transcript its more reader's digest than poems really
This ain't Poseidon, it's more Noah really
A Joakim went triple-double him was going silly
Gotta face the facts with this
I'm multi-faceted
From the Atlantic to the Pacific
You catch me everything but pacifist
We smoking strong
Like bad flatulence we passing gas
I'm mad adamant about that
Don't ever doubt that
You looking for cheese, you end up in mousetraps
You running with leeches you end up with Count Dracs
The type who like your North Face
You end up coming up out that
Niggas lucky I was never 'bout that
I'm with my American plug at European outlets
Seven hours ahead so this shit ain't out yet ow