GQ - Grand Ave lyrics

I wonder I really wonder why you act like that Actions speak louder than words, don't need no caption [?] We believe like B.D. runnin' a play with Captain Jack That anything is possible But it's harder when your a** is black Thinkin' back to third grade, bald fade, stashin' snacks Inside a Jansport and every toy I had was action packed City slick, we up to date If Golden State go back-to-back We will flip this city over like an acrobat Trick or treatin', devil at the door knocking Don't answer that Every flow be whippin' n***as, damn, why [?] snap? Doctor told me not to stress I bought a yoga mat just to find peace Praying for Steve Kerr while his spine weak I hate workin' but always make sure I sign the time sheet Wings and Nipsey, talkin' tipsy, I call it that wine speech Mind broad as five geese I'm starting to trip again If Santa ain't bring it last year, why make another list again? I got a high question - do doves fly when pigeons die? If you a simple-a** n***a, I can't sympathise A dumb hoe and bad kids? Can't sit beside This is for the soul, [?] chicken fried Take a lot of strength to find all this flaw in me Give it to you, that's my business line If no paper close by, just throw me a napkin My girl tasty, her cell mate, Piper Chapman Lights, action, dices matchin' I got through it Lord shoot me a blessing before the cops do it