[Part I: buzzerbeater]
[Verse 1]
Where the rejects? We just started recess
Walk up in Airwalks, I just like how they look on my feet, best
I really want DCs, but they too big, won't even fit on my feet yet
So, I ain't complete yet, just give me some years I'm gon' be a cultural reset
Jean and Najib see it, I ain't trippin'
I ain't seen them in a minute, that little winter break felt just like a sentence
Probably 'cause all of them packets, couldn't get up until I was finishеd
But we back outside in two jackets, I nеver thought I would miss being frigid
I got me some skates for Christmas, I just wanna be like my big bro
My papa got him a camera, he been shooting edits like a pistol
So I brought my iPod, no tunes, tryna shoot a lil' skit though
Tryna tell Jean what his role is and Najib, but getting pissed though
They acting like I'm speaking Spanish and it's five minutes 'til the whistle
Then it's right back to the low lights and I'm waiting on dismissal
I get a take and another take, It is what is though
They ain't perfect, but I'm taking what I can get though
[Verse 2]
On the game with Hemsso, I'm picking his mental
Any single day where we got free time, this shit is essential
I ain't even met this nigga in real life, It's coincidental
How we met on the net, he turned to my refuge
I don't know if he meant to, but he stuck with me
He fill the void of my growth spurt, he a man that I want to be
Satiating all my hunger, I ain't reaching for cutlery
Even if all of the day pass, we gon' still spend it on Minecraft
Nigga this shit is luxury, like down to the soundtrack
Chirp by C418, my favorite, loop in my headphones
Humming it over and over give me an idea, I run it by Hemsso
What if I took that shit and then flipped it, just like the screen on Nintendo?
I'm tryna bump that shit out my speakers louder than cleats in the end zone
Fuck, I get off the game, tryna Google how to make a beat
My literacy is innate, I watch my brother make 'em every week
Hemsso like, "I got twenty dollars for you if it's really heat"
I'm like, "Watch this, watch this, nigga, don't sleep"
[Verse 3]
Fuck, I'm already nauseous and its only five tickets left
If I sell out The Roxy, can't nobody say that ain't a flex
Four tickets now, sweaty as shit, Fuck it, man, we tried our best
We sold that shit out, yeah (Let's fucking go)
Buzzer beater, I'm on stage in fifteen, hype as shit
Dapping up Ovrkast., man, that nigga just did his thing
Razelle on his way to his laptop, shit, he introducing me
Leave it all on the stage, the stage, the stage, the stage, I'm fucking free
Whole set, I'm scanning the crowd, looking around for my family
I always got a cousin pulling up, but this might be the first show my brother see
But I say that with no guarantee, he don't even be with us on Christmas
He been holding on by the skin of his teeth, his presence the top of my wishlist
[Interlude]
(Can we do one more, bruh?)
Y'all need to open that shit up one more time, bruh
(Yeah) Last one
Moshpit
Moshpit
Moshpit
Moshpit
[Part II: black christmas]
[Intro]
Check, check, check, one, uh
Thirteen, uh
[Verse]
Thirteen years, I planned my suicide
Eighteen, running on stages, I'm feeling too alive
My soul intertwined with these chords, this shit was do or die
Hardly hyperbolic, I drew myself in a suit and tie
Tale old as time that I'm telling, truly some family ties
Suffering in silence, guess I copied that too
Wish I caught on, but what could I do?
Now I'm a grown man and writing this letter to you, see
The world don't know that I'm your impostor
I'm even tryna grow the dreads long as a Rasta
And picked up a skateboard, but more important
I see through the characterization of you as a monster
A fractured mind was compromised
And it's been that way since you could count to five
But you a black child so they heard your cries
Tried to stifle 'em and your pain went to back of mind
Now it's easy to feel shame and you pass the time
Feeling super estranged, really you a mastermind
I don't say that in vein, my nigga, I owe you my life
So if I could buy your freedom, nigga, name me a price
These days your absence the status quo
And I can't begin to grasp what you undergo
So when I saw you at the end of that Roxy show
It was Christmas in July and I could touch the snow, feel me?
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