SISTER/NATION

Drink of the apple pie with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I don't got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I don't listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I know niggas got their own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I've got-, but you would never know
 I like to hide them, so much I lose myself
 That's why I'm pure to some, a psychopath to others
 And grew up in counsellin', flippin' off my counselors
 They gave me mood stabilizers
 But when I came off 'em, I was violent
 Took the drugs that I wanted, which didn't help with the voices
 They just grew louder and louder
 They called the people who'd just chatter and chatter
 I juggle all my personalities
 (Estoy tan harto y cansado, no puedo seguir haciendo esto)
 (Ojalá pudiera rendirme)
 (Pero tengo seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos)
 I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
 Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
 Got some D's, dropped out, wanted to be Russell Simmons
 Gotta keep workin', my head on Innervisions
 Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written
 Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness
 I just ran into somebody sellin' lemonade
 Kiss your kids tonight before them bitches run away
 ♪
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 This for all my broke niggas
 This for all them jokes, nigga
 That you niggas made when I was still livin' at home, nigga
 Did it on my own, nigga
 Grew up and I bossed out
 Grew up and I bossed out
 Grew up and I bossed out
 I see you peekin' through bushes
 And tryna get secret ingredients from us
 I know that you do it 'cause you see us boomin'
 Like C4 when you hear that detonator
 Lucky-lucky on the elevator
 Eat my dust, baby, I'll see ya later
 I could always call your bluff
 You already said enough
 Take a risk, bitch, still sittin' on your ass, waitin' for a handout
 Givin' nothin', put your hands down
 Ooh, yeah, this for the culture!
 Ooh, yeah, this important!
 Fuck off with that slang shit
 Fuck off with that networkin'
 Keep ya mouth where the money at
 ♪
 Yellow lights on my dashboard
 Red flags in the rearview
 I know I'm one to make you upset
 But all I wanna do is see you
 You know that lately I don't think straight
 But I don't really know what I'm doin' now
 'Cause everybody got me fucked up
 I'm strugglin' while on the move now
 Yellow lights on my dashboard
 Red flags in the rearview
 I know I'm one to make you upset
 But all I wanna do is heal you
 You know that lately I don't think straight
 But lately, I don't know what to do now
 'Cause everybody got me fucked up
 I'm strugglin' while on the move now
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 ♪
 Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it
 Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips
 I look in my closet when I think about the past life
 Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
 Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanna treat my bag right
 Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right
 I hate the quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences
 I hate the separation, first thing they called me "nigga"
 I fight, I got suspended, my teachers saw me hit him
 So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on
 I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference
 Second-guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 I would walk through the halls at my own pace
 Every lunch, I would flow, havin' no place
 All the books in my bag 'til my bones ache
 Wonder how the world would be if I had no face
 If I had no heart, if I had no skin
 And I was just thoughts, reminiscin'
 The things I always brushed off
 Had my father try to tell me I was just soft
 When I look at the things that I've been through
 And the things I survived, and at what cost?
 All the love in my life that I just lost
 All the strength, persevering above all
 In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem
 In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck
 In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon
 In the eyes of my own, I ain't start yet
 In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem
 In the eyes of blogs, I'm a paycheck
 In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon
 In the eyes that I own, I ain't start yet, I ain't start yet
 Power, African power!
 Power, African power!
 Power, African power!
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend, uh
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 
 Drink of the apple pie with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I don't got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I don't listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I know niggas got their own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I've got-, but you would never know
 I like to hide them, so much I lose myself
 That's why I'm pure to some, a psychopath to others
 And grew up in counsellin', flippin' off my counselors
 They gave me mood stabilizers
 But when I came off 'em, I was violent
 Took the drugs that I wanted, which didn't help with the voices
 They just grew louder and louder
 They called the people who'd just chatter and chatter
 I juggle all my personalities
 (Estoy tan harto y cansado, no puedo seguir haciendo esto)
 (Ojalá pudiera rendirme)
 (Pero tengo seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos)
 I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
 Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
 Got some D's, dropped out, wanted to be Russell Simmons
 Gotta keep workin', my head on Innervisions
 Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written
 Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness
 I just ran into somebody sellin' lemonade
 Kiss your kids tonight before them bitches run away
 ♪
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 This for all my broke niggas
 This for all them jokes, nigga
 That you niggas made when I was still livin' at home, nigga
 Did it on my own, nigga
 Grew up and I bossed out
 Grew up and I bossed out
 Grew up and I bossed out
 I see you peekin' through bushes
 And tryna get secret ingredients from us
 I know that you do it 'cause you see us boomin'
 Like C4 when you hear that detonator
 Lucky-lucky on the elevator
 Eat my dust, baby, I'll see ya later
 I could always call your bluff
 You already said enough
 Take a risk, bitch, still sittin' on your ass, waitin' for a handout
 Givin' nothin', put your hands down
 Ooh, yeah, this for the culture!
 Ooh, yeah, this important!
 Fuck off with that slang shit
 Fuck off with that networkin'
 Keep ya mouth where the money at
 ♪
 Yellow lights on my dashboard
 Red flags in the rearview
 I know I'm one to make you upset
 But all I wanna do is see you
 You know that lately I don't think straight
 But I don't really know what I'm doin' now
 'Cause everybody got me fucked up
 I'm strugglin' while on the move now
 Yellow lights on my dashboard
 Red flags in the rearview
 I know I'm one to make you upset
 But all I wanna do is heal you
 You know that lately I don't think straight
 But lately, I don't know what to do now
 'Cause everybody got me fucked up
 I'm strugglin' while on the move now
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 Get your man, get your man all up off me
 Think again, want a hundred bands around me
 In December, I don't care what they call me
 ♪
 Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it
 Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips
 I look in my closet when I think about the past life
 Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
 Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanna treat my bag right
 Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right
 I hate the quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences
 I hate the separation, first thing they called me "nigga"
 I fight, I got suspended, my teachers saw me hit him
 So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on
 I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference
 Second-guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 I would walk through the halls at my own pace
 Every lunch, I would flow, havin' no place
 All the books in my bag 'til my bones ache
 Wonder how the world would be if I had no face
 If I had no heart, if I had no skin
 And I was just thoughts, reminiscin'
 The things I always brushed off
 Had my father try to tell me I was just soft
 When I look at the things that I've been through
 And the things I survived, and at what cost?
 All the love in my life that I just lost
 All the strength, persevering above all
 In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem
 In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck
 In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon
 In the eyes of my own, I ain't start yet
 In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem
 In the eyes of blogs, I'm a paycheck
 In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon
 In the eyes that I own, I ain't start yet, I ain't start yet
 Power, African power!
 Power, African power!
 Power, African power!
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend, uh
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
 I feel like all my days are coming to a blend