Lyrics

[Intro] Mm, mm [Verse] Don't want the Raf, want a mask and the black hoodie It's not an act, you know I'm back with a sad boogie You do the math My brother Naavin get the racks to me I know it's baggage but the problems in the past push me Dread and blasphemy Sittin' relaxed in my apartment where these raps put me You know the mack, he still be ballin' on his last cookie They still his mans, that mean somebody in his pack pu– *Bleep* I feel the land will make me heartless and them stabs gushy We the gas bullies We in the crib making classics Why the stash bushy Gettin' mad kushy It be hard to make a living in catastrophe A bit of atrophy At our darkest shit be hidden in the fallacies Isn't what it's actually It's always sparks but that just isn't where my passion be Drifts of agony They say I learned to talk my shit too casually I rather trip, I can't exist too passively This big tapestry [Outro: Lijadu Sisters] You are in the news, whether you like or not You are a public figure That's why it's very important to be aware of your utterances And your comportment If you mind those two, I won't go out like a silly Ragamuffin Unless you have to play that part