Mick Jenkins - Jazz
[Produced by OnGaud]
Drink more water
Or you might die
Seven Nine, King Drive, you can picture me rollin'
Bending corners we was headed to the Rasta
Nigga been blessed but a nigga been sick
And a nigga been stressed, so fuck it, I'm a doctor
Self-medicated, ginger ale in the champagne flutes
And I ain't celebratin'
Just cooking up crack
Where presentation’s everything, tell ‘em wait 'til I plate it
Patience, I'm faded, like outdated denim
Hearin’ it like this ‘bout as rare as cicadas
The boy got some Miles Davis in him, talkin' all that jazz
Telling all that truth, nigga talk your shit
Better watch your mouth, better watch your back
Better choose the right way on some fork in the road shit
And, of course, the path less traveled
Fuck I look like followin' your footsteps?
Don't fumble, cause this ain't Sunday football
I ain't at home with a footrest
In fact I'm in front of the back of your head
But I'm coming from behind, better look left
Look left like where the fuck is he?
You got time on your head, boy
You got time on your head like you wearing buck fifty
Do it so clean but it's still so filthy, fuck with me
Cause you already know you fuck niggas
Really can't really talk with me