[Mick Jenkins]
I keep trippin' over these flows
I keep stiff arm too close
Swiss army knife
I keep like seven different type of bros
At least two keep a pole
At least three from the streets
I know five live by the code
Savages in the fold
[?] heavy with the smoke
Grind heavy, Tony Hawk
Hands on, do it manual [?]
Kick push all the hoes
No fiascos [?]
No tabaco, just weed
Too much tabasco, I'm hot
This sh*t is Hasbro, all games
I can not dap up no opps
I keep a stiff arm, don't tweak
I hit the highs [?] on beat, hmm
[Mick Jenkins]
I keep rollin' [?]
Fact is some ni**as just wheeze
Fact is some ni**as gon' grow
Fact is some you don't need
I keep a stiff army me too close
Too many hands on these blunts, too many
Too many words left unsaid
Too many times left on rеad
Too many times watch you front
Too many hands on these blunts
[Ayinde Cartman]
Too many pеople I don't know
Too many hands in my face, yeah, my eyes
sh*t gets out of pocket, gotta watch it
I digress
When there's too many hands in this b*tch
Too many hands on these blunts, too many
Too many hands on these blunts, too many
I keep trippin' over these flows
I keep stiff arm too close