Mick Jenkins - Chicago lyrics

So, I figure I should tell you a little bit about myself Since you don't really know, anything, about much at all, that's what i'll do Gather round children I grew up round them white kids first, Paranoid like a crack head A blemish in they world, yea, I was just a black head Proactive, they put me with them smarter kids, I didn't care I was just mad that I was the darkest kid with thick hair And they stared, like I was not suppose to be in there I grew up, mama living like Kadeisha and miss Sinclair That's single, she didn't like to mingle with her kids there And when they tried to woo we brought the Whoo ! like Rick Flair No chin hair, what was I eleven n***a? And that's when you decided that yo kids would come second n***a? Just barely walking and you still just kept it stepping n***a? Now that's some sick sh**, what is you a leper n***a? See that's the type of sh** that make not respect a n***a Just know the debt you owe is looking real hefty n***a Nah, I ain't mad, I just said that for the record n***a Nah, I ain't mad I just said that for the record n***a But I digress and reminisce on days after he left us When honey buns and flaming hots was healthy breakfast When micros and kinky twists gave hell to edges And them girls in your cla** started wearing heels and wedges, ahhhh Sounds good don't it? I know somebody out there like “it sound hood homie” But the hood was all we had, and we made good from it Especially them D-boys, I know they made good money Made good dummies, start selling that wet work Cause we see them stacking paper like cubical desk work They see through like wet shirts They grandmamma chest hurt Her heartbroken, cause the streets done got up in ‘em They rocked the uniform: white tee, 5 pocket denim Nikes, no clocking in But they working that nine to five High key they don't know better, buy trees And go and choke like rabbit first time at the shelter, I see A people stuck in they ways, no it's not just a phase They see a future in tomorrow, they are stuck in a daze And I am f**ing amazed At how these wack n***as spit the way they Dunkin is glazed See that's sweet n***a But I got it hot and ready for the street n***a Your soul starving, so I prepared you a feast n***a So get them headphones to your ears, and eat n***a I'm vegetarian, but it is full of meat n***a I'm trying to take it cross country, track meet n***a Then hit the mall like I'm hitting athlete figures I actually figured, that I'd be harder than this I'm just warming up, but they say that I'm sautering this I think I'm fathering this, my seed come through the pen I'm trying to bust in another life I ain't f**ing no b**h And I can't f** with no snitch Keep my name out your f**ing mouth Unless you talking bout me, or s**ing this dick, aww I try to let this beat fade like newly washed denim But got on my Scrappy Doo, just “let me back at ‘em “ I'm trying to know this game, just (uh), let me back catch ‘em Just let me direct ‘em , like traffic lights And I'mma take ‘em higher, much higher than your average flight And give ‘em mouthfuls much bigger than your average bite And show ‘em how I'm much flyer than your average kite And now they grabbing tight But I'm just picking them off me Writing these d**h certificates, k**ing them softly