Refugee

[Intro]

It be the... (yo)

It be the re-fu...

Refugeeeee

[Verse 1]

I just turned down a Univision promo, hell no

I live in slo-mo, sometimes I gotta lower the people's elbow

Only promise was my name on a fat check

And travel to a beach where I could catch rays rather than catch rec

Earn a type of rep prep, told me of aspects

Always teach babies in bassinets

[?] be travel mad less

Winding through forests and past tents

Mountains 'til they talk about me in the past tense

My blood be the A+

I didn't know what Staten Island was 'til Wu-Tang and King Just

While I was playin' Duck Hunt, brothers were sitting ducks

So if I'm still breathing and I'm just dinged up

I got strong in the process

Sinnin' with the saints, kicking game with the prophets

Decided at the gate, keep name outta gossip

I found that keeping faith proved fruitful, muchas gracias

[Hook]

(Yeah) It be the refugeeeee

Refugeeeee

It be the refugeeeee

[Verse 2]

Maybe I should write short stories and screenplays

It's hard out here for a rapper these days

First off, I ain't never live in the PJs

Second off, I ain't got no money for DJs

You got PD Jake, T.D. Jakes

You got cats that belly ache, it's why they bellyache

Ain't no wonder why these charlatans half-step

Throw 'em on the cover of a mag, ain't nobody goin' fact-check

I'm not into fashion, I call the grass greener pastures with a passion

That don't involve any cash cause it can't fit in the casket

Well technically it can, just ask Christians or the Catholics

I go in the class sick

I separate the half-full glasses from the classics

The k-side of the basket

Bastards

[Hook]

(Yeah) Refugeeeee

It be the refugeeeee

Refugeeeee

[Verse 3]

So beef at makin' records can't believe I can still move

Pushing the bar wheels without insurance, yo Wolf is a cool dude

The city of L.A. seem foreign

Red is flamed out, even though there's blue flame and most flame's orange

I see the trees for the forest

My publicist is payin' for it

He stay at odds with the blogs for the tourists

Who think they in the place to be but not like bees at a florist

They deep porous, I meddle in their affairs like they bears eatin' porridge

Won't give their diamonds back 'though they heard stories

Of folks with diamonds on their back like a stegosaurus

Or Arizona baseball snake, winner take all high stakes

Seem like a fine day to fly away into divine grace

*kiss sound*

[Hook]

Refugeeeee

Refugeeeee

It be the refugeeeee

[Outro]

Yeah, uh, yeah

Jonwayne here to help me explain

And say uh-uh-uh

Yo Wolf, sorry I got your car towed, eh