Mick Jenkins - Understood lyrics

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Mick Jenkins - Understood lyrics

[Chorus] Ayy, pull up puffing on the indo Chevy sitting up on the 'renzos Old head hit me with the head nod Understood a n***a like 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 Old head hit me with the head nod Understood a n***a like [Verse 1] Deep conversations about language, which one you speak? Lotta n***as claim bilingual, lie through they teeth Try to talk money, it's on the tip of they tongue You know the feeling when the words just outside your reach, yuh Take a few steps in, you outside your territory Make 'em lean back like Terror Squad when telling stories Or even like you got the Ac' in ya So many different vernacular Perspective and points, went from selecting electives to collecting the coins To rejecting investments to connecting with legends and stressing acceptance To f** it, I'll write with my left while finessing this joint With my right to bring the light, like a key on a kite The rolling thunder make 'em pee on they self I see the fire, I've been drinking Freon, I'm on the corner, feel like Deion With these Cowboys, don't speak snake with these Malfoys Though, no sweat on my towel boy flow Brought the funk like an outhouse, the bumps like a bounce house And spit like the beatbox that heat rock The Pete Rock head nod.... [Chorus] Ayy, pull up puffing on the indo Chevy sitting up on the 'renzos Old head hit me with the head nod Understood a n***a like 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 Old head hit me with the head nod Understood a n***a like [Verse 2] Yeah, we say a lot to say a little 'Cause sometimes we say the most when we ain't really saying sh** at all Cottonmouth, I swear I spit it all I spit it all on the paper, I'm twisting all of this paper I'm spending all of this paper for retail therapy Brim low, they still can tell it's me They say they want the kid in Tel Aviv Now what that tell the world? I know you smelling me My fingers recently wrestled the evergreen Been a hunnid proof, the message is ever clear Speaking for the crew, I'm playing Miss Everdeen, peculiar Yeah, I study Miss Peregrine, my pedigree Duke Nukem, yo' you can Uber or just let it be Falling outta harmony, be singing different melodies Really ain't spoke the same language in a long time Both like to claim it's only 'cause the different latitude Long lines at shows got me distant with my attitude A matador, I know you mad at me I ain't even mad at you, not good with math... [Chorus] Ayy, pull up puffing on the indo Chevy sitting up on the 'renzos Old head hit me with the head nod I understood a n***a like 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 10-4, 10-4, 10-4 Old head hit me with the head nod I understood a n***a like

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