If He Holla

Lyrics for If He Holla

Quartered off the block Some popped up with unbearable lightness Deadstock box on ice to be thawed in a time of crisis Grab a mop Lord Five swipe daily Make more righteous hypebeasts Rappers on High Street Blind priests No DOB on the ID She rock a thousand dollar weave Her services are well appointed Only foots of Nike see touch not my anointed You got the motherfuckin' coin but never seem to [???] it You can't afford to credibly question what is the [law or lord???] Toys gettin' shorted Under couple boards broke out extortion More of a science Slash to glory in violence Forces I feel so so so so so so so important Warning Void the sale Golden feathers Weights and scale Hold my leather Offshore tax shelter Eat a dick my nig St. Louis rip Grease shine his lip Fix your momma wig Hop otherwise on skids Thistler on the roof There's one in every family Next year I'm bringing home the cream Hands free Plan B, C, and D land speed Bill Cook juice Reptile skin off feet Where when the praises go up It be raining gold teeth there POV I ain't make the rules I ain't make the rules Your God is distant Your father never listens God forbid your father missin' Had to do wrong off of intuition Son ask what I be doing in the kitchen Kid I'm trying to beat the fucking system Came home staring a thousand yards in the distance Kronos swallow stones during the interdiction Bitch bewitching Zeus lay low face like he ain't going back to prison Now we in the weeds where ordinary turn hard to believe Told my mentee "trees and staffs, stems and seeds" Lookin' at me crazy Nah I'm fucking with you B You know me I grew up at the reaper knee Paperwork said they found residue on the beets We all watched the widow weep just to be sure I was eleven with the widow's peak almost relieved he was gone Gunnin' they don't want that realness When cousins and uncles caught the illness Gone to Thanksgiving lying, dying, trying Trapped animals tails go sockets You want a sick verse buddy you got it Off message even when I'm on topic My aunt was 700 miles away from my father when his sister died Was told he stared into space numb Was told to save my money and not to come Better hold a stoneface in place of leisure Please tell me about your vacation So I can paste my face in it In moments of pain and isolation My mother lost a close friend She sat with her and watched her fade Funny the same man who failed with a screwdriver Succeeded with AIDS And that makes a protest or t-shirt meaningless I stretched out both hands To prepare for weapon stress Afraid everyday to die as an old man At the pace of a headache and an ounce of blood Word to my liver This cocktail's the only thing that keeps me from Killing you niggas Damn that site passed on your album My people keep getting executed But I need to lower my volume because I'm too black to surround