My weed is loud and you smokin' libraries (Damn)
Eleven lines: Nine lyrics and 2 interview quotes (Complex (2019) and Dazed (2015)). Wit leads on 5 lines, with identity, street, money and craft on 2 each. The songs include The Blanguage, Anybody, Sacrifices, I Just Might, Miss My Dogs and MLK. It's a page of image-making: weed so loud that "you smokin' libraries", being a slimy motherfucker with the devil riding on your back like camels, and a prayer that a deaf brother doesn't run into police.
I pray my deaf brother don't run into the police
'Cause you tellin' him to put his hands up, he can't hear
Ain't goin' for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Bustin' out the bando (Woo)
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener (Bling)
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (Woo)
I went from Smart Card to a bitch with some smart lips (Skrrt)
Skippin' school, that's a truancy body
I don’t care for numbers, I only care for craft. I don’t pay attention to them.
It takes (Wayne and Drake) so long to do a song. I understand why, because they want it to be perfect. But I can write a perfect song in ten minutes
I love green so much, all my money fuckin' moldy
Hi, Benjamin, Grant, Jackson, I'm just spoken
I'm an angel in the sky
I look down on the drive by's
Baby, I'm sorry
One of my biggest fears is losin' you to the internet
Wakin' up in our bed with you right by my neck
Sayin', "Don't you break a sweat"
Double R, that's a Rolls
Paint it yellow like it's dairy
(Yeah, yeah) I'm one slimy motherfucker (Yeah, yeah), the devil ride my back like camels