Yo
For my tears leak into scars
Flesh dear {?} from the {?}
Hit me for the call
In the streets with his dawgs
Or we speak for the cause
Free speech for DePaul
Best free all his dogs from the kennel
Finna keep my people locked in your temple
Expecting them not to be mental
The whole entire habitat is pot, call the kettle black
Frogs need to settle back
Dropping the metal rack
Jot lyrics extra phat uh uh
Rabid anti fast pageant
I plan to dash past ‘em
Hands’ll backslap ‘em
Damage phat tracks with
Cannons clap packеd in
Packed in
Cancer culture brokеn by me
Got me feeling like Ayishat Akanbi
I remember dressing up as Nefertiti
Hoping that a mother would see me
Run this sh*t like Cleopatra
I’m a bad b*tch like Cleopatra uh
Run this sh*t like Cleopatra
I’m a bad b*tch like Cleopatra uh
Run this sh*t like Cleopatra
I’m a bad b*tch like Cleopatra uh
Secret society of one
Consult the policy on kinship
Emotion lowkey, it felt intrinsic
I can only switch between pure and melodramatic fanboy and frigid {?} automaton android
That’s the diagnosis talking
But the physical tongue kinda live with the son’s
Or slightly give buzz to the nearest mons pubis
Savan stupid?
Nah, nah, no, I’m not, I’ve gotten better at making every song ruthless
But I still struggle though, don’t remind me
At least I put the worst of it behind me
Hide away in my room
Rhyme all day in the booth
Write a page full of tunes
Hide away in my room
Rhyme all day in the booth
Write a page full of tunes