[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Lifted expectations at my lowest points (uh)
Bonding shit don't have enough to roll a joint, I roll the dice
Coming out the closet he no poltergeist
Definitely problematic
They say real n***as multiply
Huh, fake n***as fuck like rabbits
Twenty-one days that's a fucking habit
Break-fast, like shit coming heavy like the steak fries
Glue the pedal to the floor, cut the break lines
Fuck the medals in the war it's for a breakbeat
Small circle so we all can hit a beatbox (Uh)
All the memories is keepsakes
Uh, s tand for serving love for pete sakes, return it (Uh)
Don't even know what I mean when I tell my n***as be safe
Lifted expectations at my lowest points
One hitter quit it I don't have enough to roll a joint (Call my plug)
I got [?] on my [?] (Call my plug)