Contraband

[Part I]

[Intro]

Oh, you tell me that you need it

But I do not believe it

So play your defense

[Verse 1]

Yeah, whatever, bag's all packed and it's all fake leather

Ain't no peaks, I don't tape measure

Might get cold, gotta grab my sweater

Been forever, pen flow free when I put no pressure

I don't know last time I felt better

Eighth grade birthday, brand-new Sketchers

I found treasure, it got trashed, it ain't no better

Oh, but you would, shit, go 'head and

Put on my mask if you so clеver

Beat that game, pull that lеver

I made peace, a predecessor

Ain't no pieces in this puzzle that I forgot

Don't blame me, player

Be my guest, try to put it together, ayy

[Chorus]

I know you think that I'm the enemy (Ooh)

You motherfuckers believe anything

Shut your eyes and stick a finger out (Ooh)

I hope you find someone to set you free

Okay, oh, yeah, okay, oh, yeah, okay

Yeah, whatever, huh, don't hold me, just fake leather

Okay, oh, yeah, okay, oh, yeah, okay

Yeah whatever, ah

[Verse 2]

I am the opps, I am the robber and I am the cops

Live in a circle, we die in a box

The body's a seed we provide to the crops (Shh)

I am a prop and they buyin' the stocks

Guess I've been itchin' since I had the pox

To rap for a livin'

Abhi is quittin', I honestly get it

This circus exhibit is reachin' its limit

I'd rather lean in it

Well, that's where we're different

'Cause I find no purpose in human existence

Stuck on this surface, we choose some commitments

And quickly forget there's an option to pivot

I'm cool as the enemy 'cause in the end, I feel complete

Even if on EBT, I gave my all, so we GG

[Chorus]

I know you think that I'm the enemy

You motherfuckers believe anything

Shut your eyes and stick a finger out

I hope you find someone to set you free

Okay, oh, yeah, okay, oh, yeah, okay

Yeah, whatever, huh, don't hold me, just fake leather

Okay, oh, yeah, okay, oh, yeah, okay

Yeah, whatever, ah

[Part II]

[Segue]

Oh, my fucking God

You guys fucking cooked

God, that shit is incredible, yo

Yo, you just do it all, bro

Like you're literally, you're better than everybody

I hope you know that

Like I hope you know you're better than everybody at pretty much everything

[Pre-Chorus]

Fuck a favor, fill the plates up on the supper table

If they say you should save us, work the labor, fish fillet the wages

This is not no easy bakin' oven, this is seasoned flavor

Street falafel, tea stand by the brothel, y'all just GTA it

[Chorus]

GG, player

We need decent paper, they don't see me major

Labels say, "Um, he do decent stages," me know evil made ya

But shit changes, these days, ain't no space for no damn CD player

This shit might be soulful, but it's business, so we see you later

[Verse]

TBH, shit

My dog said to please be patient, we could make it

VVS on bracelet, seat arrangements on a speedy spaceship

I'm like, "Wait up, he been paid up"

I'm from the equator, they need saviors

I can't be that for 'em, he don't see that danger

(He wouldn't get that shit)

I gotta pivot like Pippen, I wanted it vivid, the vision is blurry

I'm missin' my Amma, the feelin' of runnin' in kitchens

The smell of the Michelin curry, I flew in a hurry

To run from the country I barely was born in

Only to have it be somethin' that scorned me

If I tell the story, I'm corny, so I kept it buried

The split of my family feel dirty

Decisions I made to keep dreams, the priority hurt me

To manifest words on a paper to money

That turned into somethin' that made me less worthy

So what was it for?

Who am I writin' for, strummin' that chord?

Empty that wallet and spare the applause

Pass me the dollar, the mission destroyed (Jesus)

[Pre-Chorus]

Fuck a favor (Woah, woah), fill the plates up on the supper table (Yeah)

If they say you should save us (Woah, woah), work the labor, fish fillet the wages (Yeah)

This is not no easy baking oven (Woah, woah), this is seasoned flavor (Yeah)

Street falafel, tea stand by the brothel, y'all just GTA it (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

GG, player

We need decent paper, they don't see me major

Labels say, "Um, he do decent stages," me know evil made ya

But shit changes, these days, ain't no space for no damn CD player

This shit might be soulful, but it's business, so we see you later