{Intro: Mom}
I like it better with the music in the background
Yeah
And we back
... and we back
[Verse: Kenneth Callier]
My IQ is like a thousand and five
Swear I could see into the future if you clouded my eyes
N’ if they say they don't like me, they’re really proud of my ties
I mean I made you the wings; it’s just too crowded to fly
So tell me... ‘round what time do the sun go down?
And if we burn to an ash, do everyone else drown?
Or if you: make it through the flash, are you afforded thе crown?
My third eye so open, it’s likе I boarded the ground
(yeah)
Oh you surprised how niggas be scrutinized
By women wit’ two facades, I’m trippin’ I’m too revised
I coul’ see it in her eyes, dreams Biggie, she hypnotized
But do that mean he gotta die in the hopes that you feel alive?
In a second I’ll tell the truth on a lie
So please: get on ya knees and praise the roof to Allah
This God, bitch do somethin’: make it shoot for the stars
Instead of bitchin’ in demise and blamin’ Jupiter’s rise
The ever-so-talented Mr. Ripley
Takin’ all of his feelings and puttin’ it on a stickie
I’m juggin, I hope you get me, his thoughts crooked like Gigi
Cops come: get you white-lined-up like you was Whitney
"Oh Kenny, you ain’t from the hood like that"
"We know you nigga, you grew up by where the good guys at"
"Collar pressed: preppy nigga wit’ the hood tied back"
"Ya street cred is bout as wicked as the good-guy rap"
Well I drink, to master (mask the) pain: I think, after the game
We blink... wasn’t the same: the deposition to blame
You sink... into a frame: now picture goin’ insane
You can Kodak the frame or sugarcoat the name
You was my sugarcane: now it’s ‘bittersweet gang’
You was my sugarcane: now it’s ‘bittersweet gang’
Trigger the ‘Purple Rain’, triple white Vera Wang
You tried to make change, but you like to mirror pain huh?
End of the storm; you like the window pain
The lightening wit’ no rain: you might just go insane
What the bloodclot, bitch, it’s ice stuck in yo’ veins
Fuck a mugshot fit: this 90’s Helmut Lang
She said if you don’t wanna see me stress
Then see me less; cuz I don’t need to be depressed
You ain’t no suit. Bitch... you don’t need to be this pressed
To take shots at my chest: you don’t see this vest?
So now it’s... Ibuprofen and Tylenol
Shit now I’m involved: it’s a small world after all
After all of the... binge drinking and alcohol
Shit now I’m appalled: a celebratory mazel tov
Mazel tov to all the feelings that’s not been solved
Me n’ this bitch been indirectly havin’ dialogue
[Vamp/Outro: NIKO VIELLEAME]
Ahhoooooo
Dealin’ wit’ how you been feeling it just ain’t been fair
I been focused n’ trying to heal it but I can’t repair
I wanna hear you stare... in this silence
I wanna feel you care
I wanna light this flare... you been drownin’
I wanna give you air...
Now I’m talkin’ it like I ain’t do this shit; fuck it I’m bare
I like it better with the music in the background
Yeah
And we back
... and we back
[Verse: Kenneth Callier]
My IQ is like a thousand and five
Swear I could see into the future if you clouded my eyes
N’ if they say they don't like me, they’re really proud of my ties
I mean I made you the wings; it’s just too crowded to fly
So tell me... ‘round what time do the sun go down?
And if we burn to an ash, do everyone else drown?
Or if you: make it through the flash, are you afforded thе crown?
My third eye so open, it’s likе I boarded the ground
(yeah)
Oh you surprised how niggas be scrutinized
By women wit’ two facades, I’m trippin’ I’m too revised
I coul’ see it in her eyes, dreams Biggie, she hypnotized
But do that mean he gotta die in the hopes that you feel alive?
In a second I’ll tell the truth on a lie
So please: get on ya knees and praise the roof to Allah
This God, bitch do somethin’: make it shoot for the stars
Instead of bitchin’ in demise and blamin’ Jupiter’s rise
The ever-so-talented Mr. Ripley
Takin’ all of his feelings and puttin’ it on a stickie
I’m juggin, I hope you get me, his thoughts crooked like Gigi
Cops come: get you white-lined-up like you was Whitney
"Oh Kenny, you ain’t from the hood like that"
"We know you nigga, you grew up by where the good guys at"
"Collar pressed: preppy nigga wit’ the hood tied back"
"Ya street cred is bout as wicked as the good-guy rap"
Well I drink, to master (mask the) pain: I think, after the game
We blink... wasn’t the same: the deposition to blame
You sink... into a frame: now picture goin’ insane
You can Kodak the frame or sugarcoat the name
You was my sugarcane: now it’s ‘bittersweet gang’
You was my sugarcane: now it’s ‘bittersweet gang’
Trigger the ‘Purple Rain’, triple white Vera Wang
You tried to make change, but you like to mirror pain huh?
End of the storm; you like the window pain
The lightening wit’ no rain: you might just go insane
What the bloodclot, bitch, it’s ice stuck in yo’ veins
Fuck a mugshot fit: this 90’s Helmut Lang
She said if you don’t wanna see me stress
Then see me less; cuz I don’t need to be depressed
You ain’t no suit. Bitch... you don’t need to be this pressed
To take shots at my chest: you don’t see this vest?
So now it’s... Ibuprofen and Tylenol
Shit now I’m involved: it’s a small world after all
After all of the... binge drinking and alcohol
Shit now I’m appalled: a celebratory mazel tov
Mazel tov to all the feelings that’s not been solved
Me n’ this bitch been indirectly havin’ dialogue
[Vamp/Outro: NIKO VIELLEAME]
Ahhoooooo
Dealin’ wit’ how you been feeling it just ain’t been fair
I been focused n’ trying to heal it but I can’t repair
I wanna hear you stare... in this silence
I wanna feel you care
I wanna light this flare... you been drownin’
I wanna give you air...
Now I’m talkin’ it like I ain’t do this shit; fuck it I’m bare
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