[Intro]

Some 90's

Please

Yeah

[Chorus]

Please

I got mouths that I got to feed

I can't stop, they countin' on me

To make a whey that's with out protein

So I makes waves, that's without no grease

I got mouths that I got to feed

I can't stop, they countin' on me

To make a whey that's without protein

So I makes waves, that's without no grease

[Verse 1]

I dropped out, I ain't got degrees

I found out they were not for me

College might be the thing for y'all

But "College Dropout" taught me way more (Heh)

That's '04

I sim all the time, I made up my mind, dark no morе

Never could ask for any more timе in those dorms

My alma mater was taught by Marshall Mathers

And Sean Professor Carter and Kanye West for starters

And Tribe Called Quest, and Common, and Nas, André 3000

Three stacks for short

Lupe Fiasco talked all about food and liquor

I took what I learned from the words and I filtered it through the Scriptures

I'm spittin' the heat, but literally, I didn't have any idea

The lyrics all rhyme, so whether the line would become my career

The prose that I wrote were movin' Seoul like Korea

And make-believers, I still make it home for Sophia, Nayima

My daughters, my sons and my spouse

I'm just runnin' my name, y'all just runnin' your mouth

Never catch me cappin' in raps, I really only two places

I'm in the lab or my back, seekin' the Father my hardest

So I don't get caught up in all the kind of drama that's common

When you just rhymin' for dollars and tryin' to shine like medallions

That's an impostor, that's pocket-to-pocket all of the comments

And try to hide that they comin', forgot to honor the proverbs

For me, the only option's to follow the Bible

Let my Provider decide how to honor my grindin'

Uh, so it's a method to my madness

Tryna' flip a bag, get my daughters in gymnastics

[Chorus]

Please

I got mouths that I got to feed

I can't stop, they countin' on me

To make a whey that's without protein

So I makes waves, that's without no grease

Swoope, there it is!