Gucci Bag

[Intro] "...Dividing and conquer, nonstop So easy for us to love each other 'cause we so fucking fly Look at our skin, this shit is golden red, black, chocolate Our hearts is made of diamonds and- And we treat ourselves like motherfu... like like we can't see that, man." [Verse 1] Uh, funky flowers in my Gucci bag Lowkey balling like a Boosie fade And I'm pulling up like Melo, red and yellow Kill a fellow, watch for snakes, they don't take a break We don't need no sleep, we been sleep, need to stay awake Stay alert, we just play aloof 'til I'm Beowulf Bayonet, I don't gotta shoot, all my shit is sharp Get some flint, I do more than sparks with the penmanship I be on that art over censorship Niggas need Sensidyne to hold the truth within they lips Making love when they kiss their teeth Just bring the same energy that you had on the internet False flagging, I ain't into that I'm in the paint like Rembrandt Where your centers at? Where you eating dinner at? We'll infiltrate, you imitate We innovate, we in the field We Holyfield, we hear you biting, now you Hollywood And I'm just getting high and writing, I got [Chorus: Mick Jenkins & Michael Anthony] Uh, funky flowers in my Gucci bag Lowkey balling like a Boosie fade And I'm pulling up like Melo Niggas egos give me chills I shook that bitch and learned the real My soul ain't worth no 100 mil Look boy, I do this shit for real You know how that feel? [Verse 2] Yeah, I don't need a cosign, I'm in my own tangent Seeing all the angles, working through semantics Got niggas frantic They want me downward dog, I've been praying mantis Look, we ain't flipping yola, we just doing yoga Stretching while you stressing out about your wallet Step my training up to hyperbolic Chambers got my brain on brolic Some wanna block the knowledge 'Cause they know that shit could spread like Bubonic Shift the plate, tectonics, 'cause a sonic boom From the tonic room, shake the seismic charts This shit art, this shit part Red Seas, talked to burning bushes Had to learn to keep pushing, fuck how niggas looking I've been out her burning kushes, I got [Chorus: Mick Jenkins & Michael Anthony] Uh, funky flowers in my Gucci bag Lowkey balling like a Boosie fade And I'm pulling up like Melo Funky flowers in my Gucci bag Lowkey balling like a Boosie fade And I'm pulling up like Melo Niggas egos give me chills I shook that bitch and learned the real My soul ain't worth no 100 mil Look boy, I do this shit for real You know how that feel?