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Mick Jenkins
Mick Jenkins
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Mick Jenkins
Mick Jenkins
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Renzell
Renzell
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Renzell
Renzell
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monte booker
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Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
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Sittin' in my room Then I did some shrooms Now I'm on the moon It was Goyard totes and Carhartt tees And art talk, the Coldplay carpet 'round my feet The Dolce scarf, it's 'round my face, forgot my mask (fuck, uh) Fuck up a mood ring, leavin' the Tri-State I'm on a trip, shorty, don't trip, she know I'm comin' with my plate Smoke out the zip, joint on my lip, I'm off an eighth of the truffle Weight in the duffle Lose and come right back like we played in the bubble Tear shit down, play in the rubble True shit, we ain't sayin' it subtle Niggas is leeches, niggas is weeds, dawg Life ain't a beast, this shit is a see-saw Shit is egregious, still, slaves is a secret Still want the white man to tell you you prestigious Rubbin' shoulders with the demons Nigga is tweakin', ah, hell nah Here go another young nigga makin' trouble, yeah Young nigga makin' trouble, wait Young nigga makin' trouble, huh Got paid and I ain't eatin' in the chef kitchen, he don't want the truffle, huh Trees funkier than a truffle, uh Think they want me in a muzzle, uh, ah, hell nah Here's another nigga think he see it like the Hubble, ayy This nigga speakin' his mind, ayy This nigga shit ain't like mine, ayy, ah, hell nah Here go another young nigga makin' trouble, ayy Young nigga makin' trouble, wait Young nigga makin' trouble, huh Young nigga makin' double that money you taxed on and triple the principal I need patience 'cause I know that I'm gon' get the whole thing, gotta get it in intervals Got the bases loaded, I'm tryna make it a Soul Train line right at the home plate, talk shit in the interview Then I put back on my Dolce scarf, say too much and they'll finish you I am not stupid, I ain't no goofy Know what the truth is, some shit just truthy Too many movies Niggas be thinkin' it's real life, 'til it's real life, then they livin' it foolishly This shit is manic, it's still life, for ill life, now we readin' the eulogy, ah, hell nah I can't go for the stain, no, my nigga I can't control the gang, no, my niggas All think different, ain't the same, see, I figured If I wanna stay sharp-minded, gotta keep me some sharp niggas And watch out for shark niggas No weapon for 'em, not even that stark nigga I'm chasin' the dark liquor With clear water, it break it apart quicker I'm breakin' the blunt down, put the gun down, now we smokin' some raw niggas Here go another young nigga makin' trouble, yeah Young nigga makin' trouble, wait Young nigga makin' trouble, huh Got paid and I ain't eatin' in the chef kitchen, he don't want the truffle, huh Trees funkier than a truffle, uh Think they want me in a muzzle, uh, ah, hell nah Here's another nigga think he see it like the Hubble, ayy This nigga speakin' his mind, ayy This nigga shit ain't like mine, ayy, ah, hell nah Here go another young nigga makin' trouble, ayy Young nigga makin' trouble, wait Young nigga makin' trouble, huh
Writer(s): Jayson Jenkins, Lon Renzell Rudolph, Ahmanti Booker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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