I'LL ADMIT

They know it takes two but they never wanna tango wit him

Get wrapped up and shipped out you try to tango with him

'Cause it's Bermuda to any nigga try angling him

Left him so holy you'd think he had an angel with him

(Ayo Oddwin!)

And he better had an angel with him

Or for the rest of time

He getting angel visions

Face down floating freshwater with the angel fishes

So many bars in my notepad it's a paper prison

I see 'em writing about metal they never held

That's paper clippin'

I write about shit I'd never tell to anybody

'Cause you don't know me and trust me

I done saw a lot of shit

When we was going through the times we ain't had any money

There's truth in every line but I'll admit it varies

See I usually dial it back if shit is getting scary

I was reciting lines the other day into a mirror

Had to call a priest I fucked around and summoned Bloody Mary

There's truth in every line but I'll admit it varies

'Cause I gotta add some humor to the shit that I carry

And I gotta plant a new flower for everything that I bury

And I gotta stay looking sharp for the woman I'll marry

But lately I've been so focused on the grind that my teeth hurt

And I can feel the pain every time I spit each verse

Each word reaching out to the bleachers

'Cause my knees hurt

But I still got enough left in me to get to each serve

Sitting eastward 5AM watching the sunrise

Hoping one day that I can look into my son's eyes

And tell him it was worth it

All the sleepless nights writing verses

All the demon fights and the curses

First thing imma do is buy my momma a Birkin

To make up for all the money I took out of her purses

And get my dad a new space to work in

'Cause my parents have put well over a century of work in

And seen no return

But that's the risk you take

And they adopted me knowing full well it's a shitty shake

See most black orphans never see the light of day

They just kinda fade into the concrete of the cityscape

How many black babies been aborted

'Cause they parents couldn't afford it

It's an epidemic

I'm not finna lie I got survivor's guilt

I find the will to move on

Feeling pressured to be a success story

So the lives of the next generation can be less gory

I'm tryna build

Something I can leave behind

And keep em out of the field

Conviction laid between each rhyme

The haters don't get my appeal

But I know they see me climb

And my people see me feel

And they wanna see me shine

And I think it's about time

We start moving from porches to porcelain

Pockets full of corpses gettin corpulent

Tryna live to see the metamorphosis

Of this career ignite the fire and I'm torchin it

One hand on the wheel and I'm flooring it

With a bad bitch in passenger

Built like Lilith and Morrigan

At the same time

See she's sorta thick but also sorta thin

Taking dubs where all these other niggas only sorta win

I look down the field and know I'm sure to win

Money flowing like water how it's pouring in

But I seen mad niggas parched for the parchment, paper chasing

And draining energy till there's nothing more to give

I seen too many ghost towns like Oregon

It's like these niggas wanna see you on the floor again

They'd sooner send us all back to hunting and foraging

Then let a single crab out the bucket so I'm ignoring em

There's truth in every line but I'll admit it varies

So I don't sweat the details long as the message carries

Yeah