Aunt Gerry’s Fried Chicken Navy Blue

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
And you wonder why I don't answer
A question take two stanzas
I guess progression is the new standard
My own possessions that I hold for ransom
Back then when momma wasn't mom she was a dancer
Caged in, all my father's flaws is sitting handsome
On a nigga, I still fidget when I'm feeling ramped up
I was just a Bambino with Santi in Milano
Leading, do you follow?
Bleed until I'm hollow
The pyramid made of limestone, my brother off the bottle
Took him to a grave place, my feelings getting coddled
Bodies on the block and momma screaming when they shot him
You could use a couple wishes, took some time to makе your mind up
In it 'til my time done, try to redеfine son
I was out in Nashville remembering the Titans
I wonder how my dad feel, knowing I'm just like 'em
With a little more perspective, the both of us is psychic
I wrote this lil' verse up and I'm hoping that you like it
Hoping you recite it and you shout it at the moonlight
The tale of my hiding, don't tell where my hiding place at
I provide it, you can feel it
Sliding on the track, I'm Jesse Owens how I'm flying across the sand
They say the little man is striving
Aunt Gerry's chicken in the pan frying
All of you, the memories just gotta find 'em
Dark clouds, just tryna see a gold lining
It wasn't long that the sun wasn't shining
'98 when Randy Moss was with the Vikings
'97 I was born, now I am flying
Now I am flying