Postpostpartum

Don't you know?

I had my arms open

Soak it all in, post postpartum

Let's go hard and we all in

Don't you know?

I had my arms open, yeah

Soak it all in, I was postpartum but please

Don't guard him, pardon me for yawnin'

****, we all in, I was just talkin' jargon

We was posted on the wall while our seed was wildin'

Word, word

****, we all in, please know

Check it, yeah

I was hurtin' from birthin' ****

Shit, got into my mental, yeah

All these little lowercase T's on instrumentals

Oh, please, just call me gentle, yeah

Drawings from my stencils

Seein' all the itty-bitty knees all about to tremble

But see, why am I salty, yeah?

Shit, I should be honored, yeah

But now they runnin' laps around me

See, that's the problem, you see

I'm just doin' my thing

But then they profit like bees to a pollen

Now see, you see my problem

And you look around and they look just like, like you

(You gon' need way more than some boots for all this)

You birthin' ****, ****, you birthin' ****

(Way more than an autotune or autofix, so)

(So follow suit and them sins, they gon' follow you

You cast a way darker shade than your peers and that's gon' follow you

Further from the sun, so, from father to a son

And part of it is done, but it's, it's hardly just begun)

I'd rather burn at the stake than boil in a pot

But you gotta pull 'em from the roots when you pull the plug, Uncle Lelo taught

It's been a blessing just to see you grow

But soon as you seen red, I should've seen red, shit

You already know, we tried every angle

Turned over every trick, every stone

Shit, but one more to go

Please, it just turned to my season

All falls down at your feet, **** Geronimo

I had my arms to the sea but now they gotta close

And you look around and they look just like, like you

(I'm sorry, soak it all in, you gotta go)

Soak it all in

You birthin' ****, ****, you birthin' ****

I ain't tryin' to be God or Doctor Frank, oh, nah, no, no