Stay-at-home fad - The every-day coast lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] He go, he go, he go, he go He go, he go, he go, he go, he go I feel like people only talk to me cause they lost hope and they wanna find out how I cope with the every day Save yourself or something Geared like a rotary, beset by the doctrine Desired ends-- reserved for the ones that paid But step up *&? it's quick money to be made Though I don't wanna get you into law run-ins and dog huntings and all Take a backseat if you're showing me the gall I could break em off with the bread under the bed to be frank unlike the bank You're still tryna be the main candyman on Main Street I had the nicest strains for weeks, weakling Come to hubby, I don't wanna see an inkling of another man's peeking/freaking Signature sh** beyond numbers and literature I done wish the problems become miniature for you Ditch folly when I move poly like a decimal place through alleyways, life pays I could never hold my tongue when you clung so close I had hoped you stayed young, I'm dumb Talking Nike Air somethings, tryna touch my fortunes Medical portions got your whole hood scorching So I'm the responsible one, now you're done And well done, Themba [Verse 2: Themba Ntaka] A few friends, one got himself a handgun Around the right people I can be like you were, around everyone Poverty's not a problem, it's a mode of being What a thing, cream plans were motivating Uh, as you can see I'm big on metaphysics But what's the point if all my high school teachers isn't Disgraced the place when they tried to interface him Much like Charles I cause I "took alone" from citizens Pa**ing L's on that mom's stressed out sh**, bludde Is you with us thick or thin? A fall to bad practice We're catching nods in the mix of the maladaptive, sup n***as floss and run godspeed across their riches, it's the land of the lost Where'd you learned such words, untouched by aesthetics and things thereof A byproduct normally trashed and taken care of Biting n***as stealing flows, you said enough You gone love this like I did when I wrote it And probably think I'll use you to keep my pockets bulging, it don't stop We made moves and made you lil n***as watch, word Setting seeds on turf, just to fall to the school board like a surf What to do with the roach Word to mother, this that new approach summed by the demand that my style be left unencroached