The Truth

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]

Put that in your pipe and smoke it

Then tell me what you see when you inhale

Big box that will never be open

How the fuck you stay free when you in jail?

How the fuck you got pops that don't show up

When his kids just wanna hang like a pigtail

You gon' always get props when you blow up

All your nigga get the Range with the big wheels

Big deal, when the Pane paid a Fifth Wheel

Couple strains just to cope with the day-to-day

Little nigga put the hand on the big steel

Couple strays make the hope start to fade away

Coats feeling cold when the coke in they nose

She approached like, "You know who you fuckin' with."

Always been a scholar

Spit at your neck like, lipstick

On your collar

Best keep an eye on your checks in the mail

'Cause the pyramids scheme ain't gon' get you no dollar

Best day I had

I had copped me a quarter

Don't ride around with that shit in your impalas

I learned that

Profound by the jakes, five young black men sitting on the brakes

From the blue, blue grinder under the seat like, "Oops."

"Sir, can you step out the car"

I can't go, seen to many blocks fall like Jenga

If you let them off the chain like Django

You gonna have some nigga lookin' for Topanga

But they won't get the sleep if they ain't hoes, change clothes

Got to look at all angles; you looking for your angel

[Chorus]

Tell somebody bring the trees

This a different kind of elevation

Ginger ale on every occasion

No, my nigga, that ain't marijuana that you tastin'

I just let them hit the truth

I just let them hit the truth

Tell somebody bring the trees

This a different kind of elevation

Ginger ale on every occasion

No, my nigga, that ain't marijuana that you tastin'

I just let them hit the truth

I just let them hit the truth

[Bridge: Sample]

"Majesty, Kryptic Casualty"

"Majesty, Kryptic Casualty"

"Majesty, Kryptic Casualty"

"Kryptic" "Kryptic Casualty"

[Verse 2: Noname]

Why you gotta talk in fables? Fuck you mean? I just gave you

My thoughts and my critique on Django, read between the paradox

The skinny jeans, and pair of Docks—I know, I love the Martens, too

[Outro: Sample]

"Why you gotta talk in fables?"

"Why you gotta talk in fables?"

"Why you gotta talk in fables?"