Mick Jenkins - Rags lyrics

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] Yeah yeah yeah Stepped up out the Gucci store with the tall bag Feeling like a tall gla** of water, f** the holsters though Looking at me all cheaply And I ain't even looking for the price tag or my reciept b**h you got me f**ed up But let me digress You read the transcript its more reader's digest than poems really This ain't Poseidon, its Noah really A Joakim went triple double him was going silly Gotta face the facts with this I'm multi-faceted From the Atlantic to the Pacific You catch me everything but pacifist We smoking strong Like bad flatuace we pa**ing gas I'm mad adamant about that Don't ever doubt that You looking for cheese, you end up in mousetraps You running with leeches you end up with Count Dracs The type who like your North Face You end up coming up out that n***as lucky I was never 'bout that I'm with my American plug at European outlets Seven hours ahead so this sh** ain't out yet ow [Hook: Mick Jenkins] How you like me now, got to wipe me down Even your moms think I'm clean, who's the mother f**in' hypebeast now Yeah Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself What Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself What Yeah [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself I was thrifting when I wasn't out here sipping on wealth Copping bags of them rags just to feel myself I had the thrift shop rockin' before Macklemore been that n***a [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] Uh Bitter figures these days, you n***as move so On my sumo, we don't do no pseudo-science Wrist on Michael Rousseau No j**els on me We no fools homie See the squares but we looking for loopholes Numero uno, f** who you know I pull the draw before I play it cool though Just off the n***as who won't complete the mission I need submission like we doing judo And got the llama you throw off my groove This ain't Cuzco you f**ing with I don't usually hold heat like makeshift oven mitts But I get the job done I'm not one to freeze up, no polio Napolean complex never hear my logic Diversifying my portfolio, securing profits And all that's just residual knowledge like f** college Ay f** lemon pledge my sh** polished, I'm not Amish I been modest as them though Although I ride the tempo like Waldo You can't find him until you spot him And the you can't stop looking at that spot Sure I'm looking at the top with my plot n***as on suicide watch when I drop Uh Six-five, look like Sasquatch in the drop She got thick thighs, got a fat knot In my pocket Came from them rags with the colored tags To them tags with the commas spliced Check the price, n***a stop it They say if I buy expensive sh** I ain't conscious [Outro: Mick Jenkins] I don't really like to be around mother f**ers You know I just like to stay to myself and with my immediate n***as And its kind of hard to do if You in the lime light Cause they'll look at ou like Know what I'm saying Oh he got an ego He don't really a**ociate with nobody You know When you You gotta, you gotta play the role You gotta smile up in mother f**ers faces You gotta go places you may not wanna go You have to do things you may not wanna do And, and its hard And its still hard I don't really f** with n***as no more Like I did