Padded Locks

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]

Somebody put me on a leash

I'm buckin’ wild like the AK 'cause it came from KAYTRA

I point it down so you can't escape her

Even if you duck, duck goose neck, your Canada Goose wet

Barred up from your boots to your crewneck

This that blue flame, put the green to this shit, this that blue dream

Put your schemes to the test in real life, bet you need a vest, bet you need a vet

Niggas bitin’ crazy, already seen a death by rabies

Niggas gettin' lazy diggin' holes and pushin' daisies

Boonk actin' like it's gravy lookin' crazy on the internet

Niggas dirty dancin', no Patrick Swayze

Lover don’t get caught on your Savion Glover for these white boys

They out here cancellin’ plans at the last minute

You'll deny it then admit it

That type mad different, but I ain’t mad, I'm high as a kite

Trippin' supplyin' the light, niggas can’t buy this advice, listen

Caution with questionin' shit niggas that claim you bitchin'

Get straight to the money whenever your hand start itchin'

Know that if you Rodman you'll never be Mike or Pippen

And you gotta know that ain't me dissin', dodgin' smoke screens

That ain't the Piff in the air or nigga smokin' different

Could read the same bible but niggas quote it different

They finna do clean water just like Prohibition

Already know the mission, why they keep on missin', we grow more efficient

[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]

Gotta have it, please excuse the water bottle habit

Finger spazzin', make a nigga think this semi fully automatic

Fuck the dramatics, we get through them locks when they padded

I never had it, gotta get the free gotta have it (gotta have it)

Gotta have it, please excuse the water bottle habit

Finger spazzin', make a nigga think this semi fully automatic

Fuck the dramatics, we get through them locks when they padded

I never had it, gotta get the free gotta have it (gotta have it)

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Ay yo these niggas mad thirsty for the fame and glory

You's as basic as a baby daddy on Maury

Fuck your fake chain blingin', autotune singin'

I'm a killer bee straight out the hive and I'm stingin'

Dirty sling Doctor, botox your girls lips up

We soul trainin' 'em like Don Cornell, get your dick sucked

We fist fuckin' the money, we runnin' down jewelers

We flooded backstage out like ice in the coolers

Fuck the rulers, Donald Trump is a piece of shit

I got 36 chambers, hollow tip in the clip

Smoke a dick, no time for the games and dramatics

We blessed every morning with today's mathematics

Put a hole in your cabbage, quick to fuck up your party

Off your whole set nigga, you can ask Cardi

We used to lose our cracks and we was runnin' from the narcies

Now we watchin' Shark Tank, rolls up in the marquees

[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]

Gotta have it, please excuse the water bottle habit

Finger spazzin', make a nigga think this semi fully automatic

Fuck the dramatics, we get through them locks when they padded

I never had it, gotta get the free gotta have it (gotta have it)

Gotta have it, please excuse the water bottle habit

Finger spazzin', make a nigga think this semi fully automatic

Fuck the dramatics, we get through them locks when they padded

I never had it, gotta get the free gotta have it (gotta have it)