Soft Porn

Give it to me with the clothes off

You could even take the gold off

We don't need no trinkets

Honest as Abe Lincoln

Why do it feel like I take it?

What's so hard about the naked truth?

I scream about it till I change it, oh

And still I wonder, am I breakin' through at all?

But, hey, but, hey, we look good

(Look good, girl, do you know you look good?)

(I know I look good, ****)

Uh, we a real nice, black

(Blacker, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice)

Dark chocolate

Ain't no more sittin' in the back

Ain't gotta front, I know what you want

I could meet you where you at

With the naked truth (Ay)

Ay, talk dirty to me with it too, give me hot takes

Give me proof, give a chance to prove

Let a man improve, I'ma say I grew

They gon' say I pulled a switcheroo, but they is who?

All that joggin' in place is cool

But that shit stayed in school for me

Partly because somebody was brutally honest

Pointed out social constructs I foolishly honored

I booted the false concepts that diluted the water

Was tryna be true to the **** I was claimin' to be

Now I'm really real

Tryna get old like a Philly Shell

Don't nobody want no smoke with me

From spoken words of poetry

The polarizin' social content posted

I got more of the type

And they all took a Sprite

From advice that one wouldn't consider nice

That's alright, it helped me take flight

I used to fall, but the flow is so velvety

That we still had the Velveeta stackin' nice

Really flexin' our advertisin'

I ain't stressin' too hard

But, hey, but, hey, we look good

(Look good, girl, do you know you look good?)

(I know I look good, ****)

Uh, we a real nice, black

(Blacker, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice)

Dark chocolate

Ain't no more sittin' in the back

Ain't gotta front, I know what you want

I could meet you where you at

With the naked truth

I dare you to strip it down

It's plenty dollars out here

They'll pay you to keep it on

They'll pop your collar as long as you go and play the role

I'm poppin' bottles of starch, **** know I can't fold

I hope your water as smart as you claim to be online

They call you by your username offline

I usually pay no mind

I just cannot get used to **** usin' that shit to define themselves

You'll lose me every time, tryna align myself with real ****

You confuse me every time you say you feelin' free

Can't see where my ceilin' be

Think that's why those trapped in boxes

Can't see where I'm comin' from

We just ain't there mentally

Expose myself to myself

What the fuck you runnin' from, fam?

We can feel your energy

The hate gon' always cost you, so the love is complimentary

Wallet full of centuries, I still can't get that time back

Protect the pocket like a line-back

Where these **** draw the line at?

Don't let me find out that they don't draw one at all

I spit the naked truth, I'm drawin' it raw

I speak on it all, not peakin' at all

No valleys in sight, I rally to fight

With the naked truth