[Intro]

Man this guy has no bars

No bars!

Oh, I just hit the microphone

He still got no bars though

Absolutely no bars

Here we go

Yo

[Verse 1]

Tell me what the fuck you doin'

Even if you kill the man it doesn’t kill the movement

Look at Martin Luther King man he proved it

His eulogy it did not conclude it

That was an illusion, peaceful retribution on they ass

And look what that started

Getting farther regardless of what they be talking

I’m the life of the party, so

Let’s forget all this bullshit ‘bout groupies and jewelry

And express ourselves like we ought to with music

Foreign whips need some brains to produce 'em

Stop popping these bottles let’s offer solutions

Like ooh

Tell me where you wanna go

And ooh

I’ma try to help you find your road

You looking for some answers man you oughta look nearer

You can find your destination when you stand in the mirror

Distance yourself if you can’t see a little clearer

People killing just for kicks, rest in peace J Dilla

They pay $350 man what are they thinking?

I would give bae hickies if I had a bae with me

I’m a great kisser in the field I play in it

It ain’t even for the pussy man I swear I ain’t kitten

Don’t get it twisted bruh, ain’t no switch hitting

I just want to lay with a girl who ain’t afraid of missing

I’m a little too young to be thinking ‘bout children

But my blueprint doesn’t call for big pimping

Tch, but you don’t know nothing bout that

You say you only wanna count stacks

You only like it if it’s like a match

But where’s your soul man you found that?

[Refrain]

Everything I speak I say it explicitly

Cause I don’t do too well with the imagery

Maybe I’m just lacking in creativity

Speaking on things that can’t be put simply

[Verse 2]

It ain’t young Miggy with the shot, nah

But it be young Miggy with the block bruh

If you fly inside my zone you’ll get swatted

Cause I got defensive range, ain’t no opera

In the city that I played, man the block’s hot

The pressure’s on me cause they just turned off the shot clock

They’re steady staring at my pace, man stop watching

But peep me as I get it going, chop chop

They tryna blow me up but that’s not what I’m for, condoms

Really I just duck and dodge the drama

Really I be silent in the corner eating pasta

Cause real G’s move in silence homie that’s my mantra

All these people acting fake, living out an Oscar

Acting like they hot stuff, freshly made pasta

Really though, they just need a friend group like they Oscar

People round to to tell you everything that you are not bruh!

I don’t do that pessimism, a mist I am not bruh

I just wanna rule out unrealistic options

I’m just tryna fly up to the light just like a moth does

And turn these hating people into beetles like I’m Kafka

Shout out Lil B, he stays positive often

I think like a cough does I just might be Hopsin

But I’ll never get people that hitch it like a golf swing

But I got that oxen drive, that’s DeAndre Hopkins

Pull up in the parking lot (skrr), Olive Gardens bossing

Soup and salad combo and the breadsticks with my pasta

Some dudes make it to the top and lose track where they start from

Really how you gon’ say being broke’s against the law, bruh?

People like that make me hit my face just to the palm, bruh

Heated in deep water man they turn soft like they pasta

I ain’t hating on somebody trying to get they guap up

But be honest with yourself man that shit is awful

[Refrain]

Everything I speak I say it explicitly

Cause I don’t really do good with the imagery

Maybe I’m just lacking in creativity

Speaking on things that can’t be put simply

[Verse 3]

Sipping this tea just to channel my anger

Turn it to qi and then find all the answers

With my brain as the medium people gon’…

Shit, that why no one understands it

My mind is a cage for the thoughts in my brain

But on rainy days man my brain’s an escape

This is the place where my dreams lie awake

And the peace that we have isn’t aimed at your face

And each hood is safe without needing a gate

Both inside and outside these homes cannot break

Our children can dream and just play and create and just grow!

So you can miss me with the hate

Yeah miss me with the hate

Miss me with the hate

[Outro]

I told you I can’t, articulate

What I want to say is a slave to the chains

At the pace that I pray maybe one day I’ll say

Broken Heart’s coming soon baby sorry for the wait