I could put you on a wave
I just put you on a wave
You're pretty as the ocean
I'm coming with the gang
So you need to get out our way
The ladies love it when I sing
The niggas love my abilit
ies
When I make the fire on the beats
I'm about to make a mil' a week
When I hit 'em with the melodies
I don't care what you tellin' me
Tryna stay away from felonies,
oh
Girl I'm Martin Luther, Martin
Luther King
Life is hard I'm Kamasutra- ing
I'm runnin' through the pain that
the youth has been
Inflicted with, it's just ridiculous that you
would kill a kid for some Yeezy's
Grab your shoes and give his mom a visit at the fu neral,
you lookin' fly as hell
Is that really how we're living, check it
Got a vivid dream of som' different
(tell 'em)
K. Dot is comin' out of me, the poetry
you know it's been a minute
Forefathers put the tax
on our real fathers
I don't feel represented,
I should be up in the Senate
Swear I feel like Martin Luther,
baby, we need Adam, false prosecutors so they won't
Hand to, hand to, hand to, hand to, hand
my niggas to the prisons
Forgiveness over
your permission
Just because I didn't break
it, I'ma fix it
And I'm with my dawgs,
I'm finna sic 'em
Teachers said I need a lesson
So I go and start my own school
And it's a mystery to you, you get
it?
Misdemeanor's comin' true,
it ain't a question
But it ain't a problem,
they don' catch you
That's the mind state
of the youth including me
We need some new professors
Were you goin' fast son? Yes, sir
It was that autopilot on the Tesla
Heart palpitating so my chest
hurts
Probably see it through my sweatshirt,
yellin'
Mama, mama, I'm a mess- up
Sorry, mama, I'm a mess- up
Hit the pedal just so
I could go impress 'em
Almost got us on the stretcher
And I'm sorry mama, know
you taught me better
You know, you know
you taught me better
Father, I don't need a lecture
Man, I know the street is rougher for
the texture
And I'm saying, "Sorry,
mama, I'm a mess- up"
Sorry, mama, I'm the mess- up
I just use these 808's to do
confessions
I'm done with cursing
and I'm flexing
Buying purses,
man, I feel like I'm a peasant
This isn't me, it's my reflection
My purity is the protection from the insecurities
of a section of my soul