Kinfolk

[Intro: D Smoke & Nephew Ric] Ayy, Nephew Ric, tell 'em what's good, seven This shit for my kinfolk Ayy, lil' Ric, talk to 'em for a second, homie, do that This shit for my kinfolk (Yeah), many foes Alright, nephew [Chorus: Nephew Ric & D Smoke] This shit for my kinfolk, mini 'fros and these perms All the soul in these words gon' have lows, don't be stirred This shit for my kinfolk (This shit, this shit, this shit) This shit for my kinfolk Pick in they afros smell like Murray's tyin' durags down ('Rags down) Don't be sad to say what's happenin', you know you love the sound (Okay) Don't brush against them waves (Okay), keep head caps on them braids (Okay) My relatives and cuzzos pull up, hop out, wave that thang This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk, my kinfolk) This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk) [Verse 1: D Smoke] In fifth grade, I had a S-curl I was convinced the light skinned niggas could get the best girls But I was somewhere between milk chocolate and Maca root powder My parents dark, they far from Terrance Howard My fam' in Watts, grew up not far from Towers The pans and pots were drums and socks were ours, we all shared No box spring, it looked like we was playin' Tetris with the mattress but they our beds .45 dreams with no Visine, we all had visions at the time, it was all in our heads Most people want a beach tan out on ivory sands We could all make it out if only one of us niggas grow to be Kenan Ivory Wayans This shit is for my kinfolk (Go on lil' Ric, talk to 'em) [Chorus: Nephew Ric & D Smoke] This shit for my kinfolk (If it's kids around, you responsible for 'em, ya know?) This shit for my kinfolk, many foes (You they first teacher, you feel me?) This shit for my kinfolk, mini 'fros and these perms All the soul in these words gon' have lows, don't be stirred This shit for my kinfolk (Lil' Ric, tell 'em one more time, nephew, cuzzo) This shit for my kinfolk Pick in they afros smell like Murray's tyin' durags down Don't be sad to say what's happenin', you know you love the sound Don't brush against them waves, keep head caps on them braids My relatives and cuzzos pull up, hop out, wave that thang This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk, my kinfolk) This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk, my kinfolk) [Verse 2: D Smoke] In ninth grade, I had the cornrows OG Bobby Johnson, Inglewood High, Chuck Taylors with the Polos Even though the Rus beef with the Treces we was cool, you might catch me with the cholos Wasn't ridin' thick, but we had the clique, Chiz, Pimp, Jah, wasn't tryna ride solo When we left the house, we was tryna come back like a yo-yo, uh My hood demeanor made niggas think I'm they enemy Ain't cop that nina 'til graduated with my degree But since a lil' tyke I was fascinated by the streets But still ain't never been no dummy for the life of me Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Peter carried the sword, what do you keep in the holster? Pray to your Lord, that door can easily open and Peewee hop out of the passenger side with eager motion How you niggas like in L.A. and ain't seen the ocean? You can catch a wave like thirty brush strokes while the grease in the durag Let it grow, start a new fad, if you don't like how it grew from your roots, baby, too sad You can't love nobody if you don't love yourself [Chorus: Nephew Ric & D Smoke] This shit for my kinfolk (Niggas be out here chasin' money, forget they health) This shit for my kinfolk, many foes (Haters gon' hate anyway) This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk, my kinfolk) This shit for— [Verse 3: D Smoke] In 2014, I got locked up No handcuffs, just a mini 'fro and some beeswax with a rat tail propped up Ready to apply a technique that took my wet kinks and turned it to somethin' proper Sittin' on pillows on the floor, ran through a couple movies, couple shows When she was done, I was fresh to death like new clothes How the fuck I'm s'posed to sleep, though? Shit be flat on one side, Ms. Badu, sure you right Then I grew 'til my shit got loose, now I twist my roots with much pride God made us strong like my kinky, nappy, greasy, happy, weavy, sappy We gladly linkin' like my locks, you better dread me and my kinfolk