I pray someday you'll, find what you need in this lifetime I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline I pray someday you'll, find what you need in this lifetime I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline Let it be, let it be (just) Let it be, let it be (oh just let it be) Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Ex the excess, keep the essence Keep on stepping Down the street from them greek picnics, we was nestling Chocolate babies, incubating, box of blessings Lead the way, tucked into mamas arms til' prepubescent If I was in it for the money, hell I done packed up for the evening I'd have lasted bout a summer Lord, I done held out for my season I'd have missed what I had coming I'd have pissed what I could stomach I done palmed out my daddy's Bible And sold grand daddy's people But, I don't got no dollars today But, I'm sure I can blessed you though Leap of faith, from Z to A, pray for me My efforts meet my hope I just need change for the better I just got drugs for the low I just got out of some trouble Can't get drug into some more You can tinker, check the starter Carborator, switch to premium Chopper pray up, chop your weave But it don't work if you don't believe Crack the water, drop your seed Blessed when son called your daddy home Can't no love cause you won't receive Can't have nothing 'til you let it go I pray someday, you'll find what you need in this lifetime I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline I pray someday, I'm what you need in this lifetime I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline They lied to me Yeah, they told me I could fly Yeah, straight up past the sky Wasn't talking my pigment Wasn't talking my partners Wasn't talking my niggas That truth as loud as nine choppas Now its rich or die tryin' Now we live in pine boxes Aye, fuck that though, I'm still shining Out the barrel, hoe, I'm still climbing, still slipping Waitress hit me with the Mike Jones, I'm still tipping She working seven days a week, lil mama still stripping Still stressing, still getting it how she live, no wheels No they won't call that legendary That's why I could never do it so casually Any moment I could be another casualty In the Gucci store, they ask "Just browsing?" I told the bitch purchasing actually I take three laps 'round the store and get back to me I might've calmed down by then But maybe not, ya'll made me hot Twelve hundred for the sweater, I'm in the mother fucking Marriot Eating carriot, gang bang, maintain, corporate do the same thing With the same they just carry that, so I just carry that Three K for the 14K, low-key, never carry knots Better know I got the rope though Spread love by the beaucoup, recouped by the boat load And the quotient is quotes that will give you close ups on the action Get what you, get what you, get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need Sometimes, sometimes when the weather real shitty And the wind shield wipers and the music on the same beat as I ride through the city Peep the ghost of my nigga posted up on the same street that he died in the city Made my mind go a mile a minute Everyone in a million is a dime a dozen Cryin' and puffin' Kinda busting, now it's all or nothing Tough decisions, nip it in the bud Grew up in the city with all my cousins Hard to find a nigga that's not my blood We was thinking out the box so whatever Now them hoes that was tryna dog us, tryna faux with us Where was you when smoking at the parking lot, freestyling on the Marta bus I got a brand new hand full of angels this year Ain't no big deal, the game don't sit still Even though Atlanta tough, make it happen Even though I'm going at it with a passion No sleep, but I fill up the mattress Pull up on your bitch when she sick of your crab shit She get dug out like batting practice Fuck satisfaction, I really hope you get what you need I pray someday you'll, find what you need in this lifetime I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline I pray someday you'll, find what you need in this lifetime I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline Get what you need Get what you need Get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need Get what you need Get what you need Get what you need Get what you, get what you, get what you need

Sauced up no rigatoni, yeah My peoples with me, no triggers on me, we don't need that No gold on me, I ain't talking loud, that's d pack And it's all love, yeah it's all love where we at Yeah it's all love where we at, I'm It's all love where we at We at where the tree at And she at where the D at And the breeze at where the beach at Bring a booty, knock a beach cap Ballin' so hard, break a kneecap Out in Cali, takin' Weedmaps down PCH cause I need that Freeze that, yeah Feelin' so psychotic (woo!) You know I got it I'm flawless, I fuckin' flaunt it Some boss shit or far beyond it I'm snappin' like I'm piranha She dancin' like she Rihanna I'm sauced up, don't tell my momma You pull up, we gon' have problems (ugh) We gon' get Schwifty (aye) My people with me (what?) I spit that Whitney (aye) I'm so gone, not landin', yeah I'm so gone, out the planet, yeah Leave the critics to me sayin', "Oh shit!" Cuz the boy here been the coldest Let's get it Sauced up no rigatoni, yeah My peoples with me, no triggers on me, we don't need that No gold on me, I ain't talking loud, that's d pack And it's all love, yeah it's all love where we at Yeah it's all love where we at, I'm All my homies get lit with it Killing shit, I'm Sid Vicious My bass loud, turn them speakers up We puffin clouds, get a seizure, yuh Donkey Kong, go bananas on 'em Ape shit, hit the panic button I'm so gone, got the liquor in me Couple biddies with you boutta come and get me I'm so high I flipped a switch Made a quick buck with the wrist twist Ice on my neck, that's drip drip If you talking shit get the fist fist Chef up in the kitchen, bitch Green Tea on that Lipton shit You starstruck, got Mick with me Now they st-st-stutter, that's Timmy Timmy Run it like I'm Riddick, lion in the den and I won't stop until you get the gimmick And I'll never finish, makin' love and digits Hit the sticky icky then it's back to business I'm on some outlandish shit I'm so high, need a ambulance Leave the critics to me sayin' "Holy moly" Cause I'm sauced up no rigatoni like Sauced up no rigatoni, yeah My peoples with me, no triggers on me, we don't need that No gold on me, I ain't talking loud, that's d pack And it's all love, yeah it's all love where we at Yeah it's all love where we at, I'm

Look, straight up and down, I never did the crooked They offered twenty, I'm worth more, I told my nigga, book it Praise God my position isn't make or break it I just wanted to spend the weekend in Spain I meant it nice, don't give a fuck about how niggas took it Awkward stares, like what the fuck you looking at? And that's all over the world I'm no nigga with dreams of busting all over your girl That's belittling, bigger schemes, we been scribbling, notice it's plural Dividends trickling three ways due to the penmanship I do shows in my leisure and all these sinks is residual Pop out occasional for the sake of relationships Sanitize after handshakes and treat the weed like it's Ritalin Tryna give you a visual Fuck all this censorship man, niggas too sensitive If yo comfort ain't pivoting you ain't listening right Granny praying for it, she say we ain't Christian-ing right Even water can't save mixing dark with the light Corner the art with the business, no beauty mark, but my point is These niggas running with scissors and headed straight for the plug Mogul talkin' business moving at the pace of a slug Left a trail, had to bail, knew his heart wasn't in it How you up, banger, then catch Parkinson's with it? I mean... Lot of y'all hear that line and gon' know it well I be on my show and prove, not my show-and-tell Then the whole defense about it be so Colin Powell I was speeding, had to slow it down Off the fertilizer, nigga growin' now I mean, enterprisin', been compartmentalizin' all my shit A tornado flew around my room before you came, I straightened it Right before yo eyes you see my stains, see me basically Pickin' up the pieces

Aye Niggas steppin on they own feet They not bow legged Toy Story's we been toe tagging Monsters Inc. we got the door stacking Two sports nigga bo jackson Uhh Two sports I'm on prime time Green grass if I wine and dine nigga I'm havin' what the goats havin' Knots on me I got boat habits Yachts if we talking wave making We been wake boarding niggas still sleeping Otto rocket I'm in x games mode y'all niggas Sound like squid speakin' Money hungry see em squid gamin' Penny pinching nigga been scheming Money penny I got bonds working Told em this ain't no time to die Niggas from round the way Bitches from round way My peoples down to ride We fucked around and found A way out This ain't no time to die Niggas from round the way My peoples down to ride We fucked around and found A way out Yea we fucked around and found way We fucked around and found out Only looking where the truth at Follow me I got moose tracks The right 2 cents is worth is 2 racks I talk that old jazz a la Dave Brubeck Push keys so dope made you sweat C notes so sweet under flames made brûlée Who let the dogs out Watch niggas get maimed to death Who left We finna go all out Albuterol gave em new breath Wit Pump action Dodge the the hate wit the same two step Uhh This ain't no time to die Niggas from round the way Bitches from round way My peoples down to ride We fucked around and found A way out This ain't no time to die Niggas from round the way My peoples down to ride We fucked around and found A way out We fucked around and found A way

You got me losin' my mind You got me losin' my mind, yeah yeah I'm just a fool for your kind, yeah You got me losin' my mind (Uh huh, Uh huh It's for the children) Mmm Losin' my mind Mmm Losin' my mind Mmm Losin' my mind, oh All this talk of eternity Why not start at one single night I know love's a reality But I'll test drive your body tonight All this heartache and fantasy Only you have control of your heart I admit when I'm next to you I can feel myself fallin' apart You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh) You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh) I'm just a fool for your kind (uh huh, uh huh) You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh) It's a beautiful misery When you feel something too good to fight I know some things are meant to be I guess we'll know when we turn off the lights All this fiction and fairytale When we might as well cut to the chase I won't quit till you're touchin' me And your sending my body to grace You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh) You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh) I'm just a fool for your kind (uh huh, uh huh) You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh) Mmm Losin' my mind Mmm Losin' my mind Mmm Losin' my mind, oh Mmm Losin' my mind Mmm Losin' my mind Mmm Losin' my mind, oh Drink more water I never thought I would be here Guess it's Dallas Texas to Lamar Odom You play your cards and you never fold 'em, it's Texas Hold 'Em I pray to God that he never say that I never know'd him I took them hearts from extended hands but I never stole 'em That's gotta be worth somethin' Shake them fears lil' mama go and twerk somethin' Nah, good music, incense in a candle Join me for the joint and niggas intimately channel She says she wasn't gon' do it, her intentions dismantled I'm in that, be damned if I swim bad, I'm Sinbad Check the flow, seven seas, worth the effort please Don't get distracted by the usual selected keys You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh) You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh) I'm just a fool for your kind (uh huh, uh huh) You got me losin' my mind (uh huh, uh huh)

Mick Jenkins Verse Uhh And I keep rolling up And I keep rolling up We blow it down We blowing up Hot air in me we going up Still it's No feet going up Fees going up We pouring up We throwing up gang signs Trees going up in flames find us a forest fire every smoke break We opened up wespace nigga we gave art hang time We tryna reclaim time We finna rebuild no Home Depot wit us People wit us That come from the FaceTime Lowkey like the baseline Got smoke and I keep rolling up Back to back baby Yea I keep rolling up Keep getting high Beats getting low We getting by I can't complain I wouldn't know How to make you feel me I know they can smell me tho I know they can see a motherfucker coming from a mile away I ain't sending smoke signals big smoke send signals Either way don't it Put an eight in it Muthfucka got some weight on it And some wax in it Don't play wit it All the way from concentrate wit it Juiced like Fresh OJ it's the tangie that I stay wit Soon as they hit it I keep rolling up We blow it down We blowing up Hot air in me we going up Still it's No feet going up Fees going up We pouring up We throwing up gang signs Hot boxing this smoke got hangtime And I keep rolling up And I keep rolling up JID Verse Uh I roll this one for the road, two for the show, three for the dough 345 got a 50 piece from the wing spot (Ge-Ge-Ge-Geeked out my mind) And I'm coming back with food and some ganja But it's only me and you in this place Just a little bitty piece of weed will make a nigga feel like He ain't going off the deep And I ain't even been to sleep in about a week Didn't even think about it We was at the bottom, I was guided by the beats Guided by the guns, guided by the streets Where the money said he got it by the week, we get it dog Got em by a leash Try to find a little piece, but the mystery to me is unsolved Take a breather, hit the reefer, smoke cough through the blunt fog Got a stash full of big gas, I could tell you what they run for But I don't trap so it won't matter, everybody do a blunt toast Like the white folks when they clink glasses Told my nigga add the fronto, so I move slow but I think faster 12 knocking at the front door, shh, be quiet keep passing it I don't wanna see nobody that I know or love laying in a deep casket But through all the stress and madness a nigga keep rolling up Mick Jenkins Verse Gotta figure that the problem niggas got is mental Lotta niggas figure shit is only incidental Go figure im keep smoking this tree Roll one mo up why not 3