The MoMA Meechy Darko (Ft. Black Thought)

[Intro: Meechy Darko]
My nigga called me last night 'round 9, he was ventin'
I said "Don't let these feelings get between all these millions"
He said "My nigga, I feel it"
He said "That's why you the realest"
My nigga called me last night 'round 9, he was ventin'
I said "Don't let these feelings get between all these millions"
He said "My nigga, I feel it"
He said "That's why you the realest"

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
I ain't prayin' for no meal, I've learned to steal blessings
The flow switches, fuck a playbook, I go off instincts
Caskets for New Year's and bullets for Christmas
I forgot more shit than you ever learned
Despite concerns, I'm doin' a'ight
Leave her drippin' like when fire meets ice
I'm God body, more the diet-y type
My niggas know rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson
I wrote this doin' ninety on my way to Slauson
2020, I swear there's been so many coffins
Filled with guilt, barely do I reminisce, it give me chills
I promise y'all there is no metaphor for how I feel
Bottoms up, glasses fill, life is just a battlefield
Why would I follow Roman calendars? I'm African
2Pacalypse confidence, notoriously arrogant
Jamaican brung, I speak in native tongue and scalp a nigga