Contraband

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Oh, you tell me that you need it But I do not believe it So play your defense [Verse 1] Yeah, whatever, bag's all packed and it's all fake leather Ain't no peaks, I don't tape measure Might get cold, gotta grab my sweater Been forever, pen flow free when I put no pressure I don't know last time I felt better Eighth grade birthday, brand-new Sketchers I found treasure, it got trashed, it ain't no better Oh, but you would, shit, go 'head and Put on my mask if you so clеver Beat that game, pull that lеver I made peace, a predecessor Ain't no pieces in this puzzle that I forgot Don't blame me, player Be my guest, try to put it together, ayy [Chorus] I know you think that I'm the enemy (Ooh) You motherfuckers believe anything Shut your eyes and stick a finger out (Ooh) I hope you find someone to set you free Okay, oh, yeah, okay, oh, yeah, okay Yeah, whatever, huh, don't hold me, just fake leather Okay, oh, yeah, okay, oh, yeah, okay Yeah whatever, ah [Verse 2] I am the opps, I am the robber and I am the cops Live in a circle, we die in a box The body's a seed we provide to the crops (Shh) I am a prop and they buyin' the stocks Guess I've been itchin' since I had the pox To rap for a livin' Abhi is quittin', I honestly get it This circus exhibit is reachin' its limit I'd rather lean in it Well, that's where we're different 'Cause I find no purpose in human existence Stuck on this surface, we choose some commitments And quickly forget there's an option to pivot I'm cool as the enemy 'cause in the end, I feel complete Even if on EBT, I gave my all, so we GG [Chorus] I know you think that I'm the enemy You motherfuckers believe anything Shut your eyes and stick a finger out I hope you find someone to set you free Okay, oh, yeah, okay, oh, yeah, okay Yeah, whatever, huh, don't hold me, just fake leather Okay, oh, yeah, okay, oh, yeah, okay Yeah, whatever, ah [Part II] [Segue] Oh, my fucking God You guys fucking cooked God, that shit is incredible, yo Yo, you just do it all, bro Like you're literally, you're better than everybody I hope you know that Like I hope you know you're better than everybody at pretty much everything [Pre-Chorus] Fuck a favor, fill the plates up on the supper table If they say you should save us, work the labor, fish fillet the wages This is not no easy bakin' oven, this is seasoned flavor Street falafel, tea stand by the brothel, y'all just GTA it [Chorus] GG, player We need decent paper, they don't see me major Labels say, "Um, he do decent stages," me know evil made ya But shit changes, these days, ain't no space for no damn CD player This shit might be soulful, but it's business, so we see you later [Verse] TBH, shit My dog said to please be patient, we could make it VVS on bracelet, seat arrangements on a speedy spaceship I'm like, "Wait up, he been paid up" I'm from the equator, they need saviors I can't be that for 'em, he don't see that danger (He wouldn't get that shit) I gotta pivot like Pippen, I wanted it vivid, the vision is blurry I'm missin' my Amma, the feelin' of runnin' in kitchens The smell of the Michelin curry, I flew in a hurry To run from the country I barely was born in Only to have it be somethin' that scorned me If I tell the story, I'm corny, so I kept it buried The split of my family feel dirty Decisions I made to keep dreams, the priority hurt me To manifest words on a paper to money That turned into somethin' that made me less worthy So what was it for? Who am I writin' for, strummin' that chord? Empty that wallet and spare the applause Pass me the dollar, the mission destroyed (Jesus) [Pre-Chorus] Fuck a favor (Woah, woah), fill the plates up on the supper table (Yeah) If they say you should save us (Woah, woah), work the labor, fish fillet the wages (Yeah) This is not no easy baking oven (Woah, woah), this is seasoned flavor (Yeah) Street falafel, tea stand by the brothel, y'all just GTA it (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] GG, player We need decent paper, they don't see me major Labels say, "Um, he do decent stages," me know evil made ya But shit changes, these days, ain't no space for no damn CD player This shit might be soulful, but it's business, so we see you later