The Process

[Verse 1: Bandokay]

Yo, some things in life, we don't always process

Some things, we don't know yet

Dad died, had me scratching my head, I was only eleven outside trying to protest

My little bro done it bait, broad day, but what can I say? He don’t know less

Trigger finger's itchy, but something's telling me, "Just focus" (I-I-I love Chris Rich)

Yo, then something’s telling me, "Just focus", then something's telling me, "Don't look back"

Then something's telling me, "Go whoosh and push", and something's telling me, "Don't cook that"

Uh, uh, we ain't giving no corn when wе drop that

Junebug too loose, if you swing one first, onе hundred percent, he'll drop back

[Verse 2: Double Lz]

Ayy, ayy, Broadwater farm, we don't leave where it's at (No, we don't)

Of course it's Black Lives Matter, but opps try to pull up, we're beating it back

I swear, it's as real as that

How you can't record with a woi? Can't go, boy, I swear there's no healing back

Take two thots into Cali', down that Maggy, I swear it's got me feeling frass

Real badman, back mash and bust off the bruckback, bruck off and left that lock off

Sure you wan' take that top off?

Suck off fried all night, won't log off