Mick Jenkins - 514 lyrics

I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherf**a Overworked, overlooked, hella red Tell 'em that I'm Type O for the bloods**as Leeches, I'm 6'5" quit reachin' n***a's only goals is the goal Tell them Creflo Dollar motherf**as quit preachin' I've been in the 514, my French gettin' too clean Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'm a buy one more n***a I've been goin' through it as of late Lot of people talk what they think that they would have did Like the CTA I keep my patience, I ain't in it for the JP Morgan chase I'm a nice guy, n***a do this look like last place I'm on Priceline, searchin' for a flight to Montreal Me and Jerry on Saint Laurent I just want a little freedom, don't we all, don't we all Just, get a little tired of the bullsh** they feed us? Serve and protect, like protect your pockets and servin' subpoenas Whole sh** a circus and they ain't even servin' us peanuts I learned this, back when they was servin' us free lunch System 'bout as foul as a free throw Tell me what the f** a n***a know about a free throw If everything that he thought stem from a remote This is so that he know I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherf**a I've been in the 514, my French gettin' too clean Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'm a buy one more I've been in the 514, my French gettin' too clean Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'm a buy one more I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherf**a On Saint Laurent like a motherf**a, I've been in the 514 Peep the pa**ion, the thought he put in is hardly comparable Speakin' of parabels, these days I find myself feelin' like Charles Barkley, man all you n***as is terrible So I just tell 'em, Southside in this motherf**a, got the presence of a housefly Everybody know I'm in this motherf**a, you can hear it when you listen And I do it for the fan, Peter Griffin, we got no Meg Ride good, n***a no pegs Free Nation rebels, you need more lead, homie get your weight up You know who I pray to when I wake up, no weapon formed, you don't get spared cause you less informed I'm on my square cause we in a box, burners be like cinder blocks Box sampled finna chop, door push it in the cold You could feel it when a n***a spoke Cause a n***a broke free and all the feelings of the fickled folk f** with me Pour a little pa**ion and put it in your hope Grow a little jasmine and put it in your smoke Blow a little ash, it'll take a bigger toke Bumpin' Little Dragon, I take a drag thinkin' damn Hope you see the symbols crashin' and a n***a note Hope you see the symbols, hope you Stacy Dash Hope you think quick fast when the trigger stroke Hope you think quick fast, catch my a** in the 514 My French gettin' too clean Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'm a buy one more I mean I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherf**a Overworked, overlooked, hella red Tell 'em that I'm Type O for the bloods**as Leeches, I'm 6'5" quit reachin' n***a's only goals is the goal Tell 'em [?] low dollar, motherf**as quit preachin' I've been in the 514 (my French gettin' too clean) I've been in the 514 (my French gettin' too clean) Shoutout to the 514 Shoutout to the 514 (6'5" quit reachin')