[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
Walkin' on ice, talk to me nice, huh
Soak up this water, bitch, y'all all be rice, huh
Ain't nobody left, but y'all can't all be right, uh-huh
Can't argue with that, we got red paint off of the night
Nigga feel like Ralph Cole
Got it in bulk, no CostCo
Backwood with a fronto, shit hit harder than it need to
It's a bad batch of gumbo
Niggas missin' shit that they ain't need to
Ear hustlin' like Dumbo
Gotta listen to the little people, we got big dreams
Feel like niggas set big screens for the mid-range
These free-throws talkin' free-range chicken
Keep that shit see-through for the familay
Gotta know I grip a handbrake
Niggas drift apart, fuck a handshake
And I try to keep it lowkey
Niggas don't know how to keep it lowkey
Nigga always smoke, it's the mandrake
All we need is a campfire
We got stories niggas can't take
I got triggers-fingers, can't squeeze
They can't tell me what I can't say (Can't say)
Talk to me nice (Talk to me nice)
[Chorus: Smino]
High self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself
My whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh
Fine lil' thing on the beach, yeah, no socks and stuff
If it's green, count me in, huh, 456 semm
Self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself
My whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh
Fine lil' thing on the beach, yeah, no socks and stuff
If it's green, count me in, huh, 456 semm
[Verse 2: Smino]
This is a yeah service announcement
My next few words'll shake feathers and move mountains
Slavery backin' and the labels still makin' me pay for these raps
So this gon' be my last verse for the first time
I'll maybe be back, if I put these tickets on sale
Just know I'm tryna pay for these taxes
And that pretty girl you see me with
Gettin' pushed straight through the mattress
Life a funny bitch
And sometimes I really need a break from the laughter
Back to the grassy part of life
Like back when Drake was an actor, like- (Like-like)
How could I forget try and show a nigga how to get the provolone
He did the opposite, now you on the sideline hatin', it's amazin'
Thats's where I oppo-sit, on the sideline
Mad at me, like I did 'em wrong, brody, that's some awkward shit
[Bridge: Smino]
I got the paint drippin' off the '74 Impala, life just a game
Tryna make it through the Sega, the saga
Whatever, whateva
Any bold takers? Say it like that 'cause [?]
Can't forget the girl goin' poppers with the knockers
Nails so long, she grabbed the money with her knuckles
North St. Louis to Southside Chicago
With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
[Outro: Smino]
High self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself
My whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh
Fine lil' thing on the beach, no socks and stuff
If it green, count me in, 456 (Shit)
Count with me: one, two, three (456 semm)
Count with me: one, two, three (456 semm)
Count with me: one, two, three (456 semm)
Yeah, yeah, yay, yay
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