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I got that flare like Rick, that's just in my nature boy
 Paper boy stick my routes, I'm on a Quest Love
 Ain't no Tesla, giving that gas to you bruh
 Cooking a special wit my nephew, proving there's magic in our blood
 Loving to grub on that humble pie, fasting when I brag
 Well adapted to the open sky, raptor on attack
 Been fly since way back, pterodactyl with the swag
 We done graduated boy, flipping the tassels to the back
 Copped a casa for my mama that's a notch up on the bucket list
 Heavy hunger I hustle with, slumbering is a luxury
 Choose the grapes in your bubbly, silver spoon in your cutlery
 I dragged my gems from the dirt, ain't have no truffle pig
 Dirty south, word of mouth, blurt out, rude
 Ready to break the many that fake the minute they make their move
 And sensitive ain't no primitive trait, I'm willing to the face the truth
 Got that feminine strength from women that made me into the man I choose
 The world done stopped, got us all quarantined, doors closed
 When the whirlwind stops
 Hope that we won't be the same, lord knows
 If you can't be yourself at home then where the hell can ya?
 Smile for the camera
 Said if you can't be yourself at home then where the hell can ya?
 Smile for the camera
 Silence is said to be golden, by I defy it
 I was chosen, my saliva is molten I get it crackin'
 Like Leviathan tentacles, holding fire in every dosage
 Highest intensity voltage, Zion in Pelican clothing
 Putting my Dukes up, but Carolina blue blood
 Southern boi, raising my fingers up to the klu klux
 True love for the region I'm from means that I shun
 Any monument or statue that made profit from shackles
 Why I spot you in the present? When the violence you're attached to
 Should've died up in the past, try to hide you like a tatoo
 We wish we never had, cheap Confederate brand
 Next-generation we should raise 'em instead of a flag
 Bury the false idols, restore vitals to the divided
 Build a pedestal for every soul we ever lost sight of
 Swinging around katana blades, bringing down any sign of hate
 Chopping em into piranha bait, or cookin' em on the flame
 I'm grubbin' on that humble pie, y'all on that prima donna cake
 Stuck up in your headspace, I'm gonna be McConaghay
 My inner stay stiller than monasteries or hideaways
 I know who the hell I am boy and who I ain't
 The world done stopped,
 Got us all quarantined, doors closed
 When the whirlwind stops
 Hope that we won't be the same, Lord knows