Verse 1
They love it when I talk my sh** again
Pastor Tigallo rap game Benny Hinn
I wanna be chill but can’t afford to be still
I need a refill greens, bills, dividends
So pull it outcha pocket dollar bills, twenty twens
I show out cause I know doubt just like the phrase “then again?”
This is prosperity rap sh** for people who be dreaming of Saks Fifth but pockets on CitiTrends
You wack n***as who deny y’all wackness
Is like Black n***as who deny they Blackness and say wack sh**
Like “I ain’t Black b**h my daddy Dominican”
Close your eyes and envision a flow that can’t be imprisoned
My sh**’ll break outta any pen
I used to think these hoes fine
Now these hoes mine and I’m singing to em like Rin and Tin
Hook
Everybody has a time when they’re in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you
Verse 2
I’m a man I’m a black citizen
On a stand with a magnificent plan to act n******gish to a tee
Like a black Jack Nicklaus or EST the acknicklous
Do ya rap diligence
Do ya backpack, trap rap and ya Dilla sh**
Imma be a gentleman and show you sentimental n***as what the fundamentals is
And walk off with two white hoes like Black militants
Take me to the king
Nah n***a take me to the dealership
Then take me to a doctor for pills because I’m ill-equipped to deal with a subliminal diss
It ain’t real beef it’s kibbles and bits
What I do with these bars is criminal it’s not a game
So y’all can miss me with that new n***a millennial sh**
I ain’t heard of that
Murder rap game Cyrano de Bergerac from Tigallo still the livest n***a in your cul-de-sac
Sang it, Booty..
SANG IT, BOOTY!
Hook:
Everybody has a time when they’re in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you
Verse 3
Onstage I’m a monster
In Paris I am “Monsieur”
But when I step off still I’m unsure
With no reverb it deserves an encore
My grandma asking what you cussin all the time for
It’s for the family nah it’s for my sanity
Handily stayin true to myself outta the concourse
n***as is comedy sh** is Flight of the Conchords
It was a late night and I was set
On a drive down 85 wondering why the best ideas only come to me when I’m alone or I’m depressed
Whatever happens to a rhyme deferred
4 bars at a loss for words hoping that I find the rest
It’s like a wound that never heals
A void that never fills and I’m thinking is it by design or by request
I really oughta take some time to rest this can’t be healthy
Maybe I’m possessed
Maybe I’m a mess
Man in the high castle taking out a minor threat with one stroke of a pen sippin on Hen sittin behind a desk
Why is it I can only thrive in a time of stress?
Call it a benediction or divine intervention
I can’t remember when the bars turned into a sentence
I’m not the man that I intend to be
Pastor came to give you life
But this life is k**ing me
Hook:
Everybody has a time when they’re in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you