[Hook: Mick Jenkins & Ebony]
Drink more water, water, take a little sip, n***a
Drink more water, water, take a little sip, n***a
Drink more water, water, take a little sip
Just a sip will make a n***a feel like gold
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Will these n***as let me sip my ginger ale? You can tell that I'm parched
On point like a dart or a pen with the ball, don't start, I can tell that you aren't
What you want, the gold and the hoes and the lights?
The cars and the clothes what a life
Do your stars get chose and your bars get low when you're dull as a f**ing bu*ter knife
Can't cut sh**, can't touch this, it's a masterpiece
When the pen attack the leaf
But it's all in a stroke on some paintbrush sh**, they've been shooting in the streets and I ain't ducked yet
We still here, 79th and Phillips, hope you brought a Philips cause n***as like to drill here
Won't cut it with a flathead, put it in your back if you lack with yo' sack or yo' flat red
Irritate the white skin, like a black-head, I just pray to God you don't flatline
I just play the background, Spacetime on the board, you can check a n***a stat line
Smoke tree now, spit it with a black lip, had to take a little break like halftime
Felines want the green like catnip, I just want my sh** bumping in your alpine
[Hook]
[Bridge: Mick Jenkins & Ebony]
Drink more water, take a little sip, n***a
Drink more water, take a little sip, n***a
Drink more water
Just a sip will make a n***a feel like gold
[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
I couldn't afford to get my girl into this open mic that I performed for
But somewhere in the world there's a Riff Raff concert that people gon' swarm for
I never understand that sh**
Put all the whack rappers in the band and disband that sh**
Have everyone panicking
Like when Danica Patrick got good with the handling
Dismantling the plans of the industry management (ooh)
Think I might've said too much
Ain't we s'posed to still be slaves?
n***a might've read too much
Saw the rape taking place in my face in the hood
On some Drake sh**, a n***a might've cared too much, so I guess I'm in my feelings
Been so f**ing focused on the flow that I didn't even notice that I ain't got no ceiling
Peeling back the truth of the matter like damn, why these n***as lie so much?
Healing rap, the truth to the matter is, I'm so ahead that I ain't never had to try to front
Don't try your luck, don't taint the green, nice with the paper never had to buy a blunt
Exceed expectations like a pop fly when you tried to bunt
Field goal when you tried to punt
We kick it that hard, n***a
No limits to my masterpiece, I'm Master P with a motherf**ing black card, n***a
And I ain't never had to act hard, n***a
And I ain't never had to act hard
[Hook] + [Bridge]