I Asked God for tools and some patience
And healthy relations
Y'all be police adjacent
I be give her food that be ancient
Seafood crustaceans, and dick been around before slave ships
Momma told me stop being vulgar, I can't face it
Nigga don't face some laced shit
Just tryna chase shit
Whether paper, or some weed, or a fake chick
She say I came off real abrasive
Sorry I can't fake it
Cause I'm a lover boy
I lay her down get her naked
Favs leave a black woman hanging and strangling
They take the keys and the weed
And the trees and the house, and be dangling
Told em hop in and we all gonna make it
Fall in the barrel, some crabs couldn't shake em
And bitches tricky it's a sticky situation
Building spaceships and melting all the glaciers
Fuck it up, and we all finna pay it
I'm tryna escape it, and live in Mother Nature
Thirty kids, thirty wives, thirty acres
I'm just chatting baby girl, I'm just playing
Natty girl you my world you my favorite
You my favorite