Nominated

[Intro: Sample of "Desire Me" by The O'Jays] Please desire me, desire me, des- Let your eyes feel what you- Please desire me, desire me, des- Let your eyes feel what you- [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] Brought in the guillotine Niggas thought they ended me You believe that Nigga you'll believe anything Believe it when you see it Hit the block and I bleed it One on one with my demons And the score still even Took two aleve Think I had too much to drink These boys dropping like eaves Shit I did it with ease You get it? They eavesdropping Me? I'm just ease topping Sport got the beat bopping Really we locked in Eating on this track, that's rap caviar Promised my little sister one day that we would have it all Uh, now look at my wrist My shit be freezed, damn Nah bitch these beats ain't free For your free stash Filled with joy, young black boy Back and I'm bubbling like a can of LaCroix This ain't the song to go number one on your iTunes This a song for survival I'm praying for my rivals I'm praying for my rivals And that's no joke man Niggas think they fucking with me They on coke man Run me my advance shit This industry will make you wanna take something Fuck around, break something Roll a wood face something Looking at these beachfronts Probably hit Miami Used to shop at the alley Now we back at the Grammy's Saw Nipsey at staples He told me he had some tables All money, yeah a party I told him that I'ma call him But if I recall it right, I went in to work It broke my heart when they laid the homie in the dirt I had a dream last night and you was in it I was feeling remorse, I think that's why you visited To remind me we made a classic, they gotta play it Woke up to the news, racks in the middle we nominated [Bridge: Hit-Boy] That's my first nomination as an artist, too 2020, level [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] It ain't been nothing like this since EPMD Watch out for the crossover Give me space I can't breathe If this payed for, y'all RICO Plus I'ma Leo, Burberry my street clothes Black lives matter it's all facts I got the black nine with me I'm 'bout to blast Like it's New Year's Eve in the hood I can't picture myself leaving for good I love the way these barbecues smells too much These politicians keep on failing us My head to the sky, everyday I'ma strive To make my grandmother proud of a soldier Hit in a Rover I play Minnesota Colorado know Im finna cook up Another sixteen that's hitting like drugs I'm tryna help niggas own they pub They just wanna frost, play the local club It's hard the judge when you from the mud Somewhere between patient and being in a rush Eating free lunch that's how real it was [Outro: Dom Kennedy] This shit spiritual All the years we spent on burnside Printing T-shirts and all that Love