[Intro]

Mm, mm

[Verse]

Don’t want the Raf, want a mask and the black hoodie

It's not an act, you know I'm back with a sad boogie

You do the math

My brother Naavin get the racks to me

I know it's baggage but the problems in the past push me

Dread and blasphemy

Sittin' relaxed in my apartment where these raps put me

You know the mack, he still be ballin' on his last cookie

They still his mans, that mean somebody in his pack pu– *Bleep*

I feel the land will make me heartless and them stabs gushy

We the gas bullies

We in the crib making classics

Why the stash bushy

Gettin' mad kushy

It be hard to make a living in catastrophe

A bit of atrophy

At our darkest shit be hidden in the fallacies

Isn't what it's actually

It's always sparks but that just isn't where my passion be

Drifts of agony

They say I learned to talk my shit too casually

I rather trip, I can't exist too passively

This big tapestry

[Outro: Lijadu Sisters]

You are in the news, whether you like or not

You are a public figure

That's why it's very important to be aware of your utterances

And your comportment

If you mind those two, I won't go out like a silly

Ragamuffin

Unless you have to play that part