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?