Yeah
Ima do this shit one take you know
Yeah what the fuck I need a hook for
This real rap, real as it gets, real as the pearly gates
Majazzi raised the stakes to meet my taste
Beat sweet as my mom's cakes
It wouldn't be a metaphor if you had a taste
Come support the family business before the delicatessen
My indigo child sister designing garments for women
Jikumi 10, I might just cop 10 pieces made from linen
Or chiffon for Yvone
Yeah, that's my great grandma
She hit me up on the phone the other day
Communicating in eloquently executed Bemba grammar
Talking bout how she misses dancing to my music and all that
My four leaf clover
She wanna see me succeed before her here is over
Never under-estimate the hand of the Lord on my shoulder
Humility part of my character,
That don't mean I don't brush the dirt off
Small circle, I barely get invited to shit
Maybe it's cause I don't drink
Perhaps it's deeper than what I think
I lost interest in getting lit, then my vision got clear
Realized people nowadays only need me when they lonely,
Need some shit from me
Or bought some shit they really wanna show me
Puts a smile on me, I always wish the best for the homies
But who's happy for me?
You don't listen to my music bitch don't bro me
Industry bores me, catch me dancing in my niche
Getting winks and cheeks kissed by pretty flirtatious chicks
That like to hear me speak on these beats
Couture chic, fly shit accentuates flavor
Birds of a feather change the weather
My shit fire
Six thousand degrees, that's twice as hot as André
Even a 32 bar verse ain't really enough for Talé
So what the fuck I need a hook for
My nuts is warm, yours are lukewarm nigga