Rorschach

This that make my mama smile on some good mood shit

Make my mama proud, know that you would

Raking in the pile

Just to break another brow

This the making of a two-face "do good"

I bend down, now the prostrate

Been the truth—that's a postulate

Blogs coming now I'm running, tryna post too late

Running out my pasta when my flight's delayed

And everything i love now, man I used to hate; everything I love now is too hard to hold

Everyone i fronted on came back to bite

Everytime I told lies like my shit was gold

I never say that I'm the man cause it's implicit

Check the tempo; talented ten percent

Silver-tongued devil like my dimple sin

That's since I've fit the billfold

Folders full of trash but shit niggas would kill for

Things as they are ain't really how i'ma need it

It's funny how black tension's attended to undivided

Hands up on my ten to two

Don't fall for what they tempt you to

Misery's a party; you don't wanna be invited

What's your name love, is you northside?

If you ain't showing love then you short-sight

Something in the club with a short stack

Friday morn', staring at a Rorschach

And at my best, I can't feel a thing

Maybe we should stop being a thing

If you were mine...