Samiyam - Wildberry Poptart lyrics

[Verse 1:] I've been live from Kanye's last name Still the same in my frame But f** it, I'm thinking of staying You thought I was destined to dwindle In statistics of my people I do admit I fall cripple To the call of that liquor nipple A lick of the dry gin makes my mind's sin cry Not enough to give in, so I stay bonafide Overdosed, digging in on women, races of all kind Tasting graces I could never find In my native place but I'm Representing all I own for the throne If chrome takes my dome Know I did it so Columbus would give me back my home A knack for matter fact rapping, wisdom past his age A slave for grabbing a**, damn I'm stuck in my ways Edges roughened since the feathers ruffled Pencil summoned once chemicals flustered in that head muscle I ain't staying subtle Spitting more than stutters Stabbing stigmas no rebu*tals I'm grown, Momma look I got some stubble No longer an adolescent So long to my past offenses I'm looking for ma** redemption Can someone please pa** the message on to uncles and aunts Daunting ain't what we do Accomplishing is on the cusp (I'm boutta) I'm boutta bring in bougie business to the reservation Ain't nothing worse than an Indian with an education Just waiting, just wait then Finna get the waist thin So I can attract ma**es and attach my magic To the blasting ba** and then Well, we'll see what happens Once the penny stashing pays off, we'll get this sh** f**ing crackin' [Verse 2: Mato Wayuhi & Jean Carter] Jean Carter: Mato Wayuhi, do what you mother f**in' came to do! Mato Wayuhi: Uh, I am that f**ing individual Scoffing, coughing, kicking all the dirt on the residuals (Yeah) It's pitiful, pick a place and time my presence I'll grace you with I'll bar you out like Xanny addict and their patient lips "And face it kid," they told me "Never take a risk, control the anguish And the dreams you hold and place them in a desk" But f** expected fates, baby Never a**imilate Jean Carter: Well, tell them truth because they can't wait Mato Wayuhi: Okay! Sane, but I play with the flow Like a date with a lame who stays on her phone As of late, I've been staying up late Writing scripts for the screen, I love when I'm alone Stray away from a stream that's main Pave a lane that's never seen the day Make plans for plane trips to ancient, enchanted places And never stay complacent Or aimless, or f**ing nameless Boy I can't take this These fools really squeeze a trend dry and drain out the taste And the next one comes along They all singing the same song These f**ing sheep Jean Carter: Well, then give them something new to peep Mato Wayuhi: Good plan, oughta do that Grow fans in demand for the cool raps Bought a beat pack Finna k** that Then bury the remains in a field that Has mounds of my dead relatives Fam gone, Move on Get a chain for the pain that I feel thinking 'bout the settlements, boy Soon I'll relish in embezzlements, boy Spoon fed all the sh** from the government So I broke that deal And I hate oatmeal Never going with the grain Rather get the dollars with the gualas and buy Impalas That sh**'s never tame And I'm fit for the fame And all I prove is truth [Outro] Jean Carter: Well, then you did what you came to do