The Truth

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] Put that in your pipe and smoke it Then tell me what you see when you inhale Big box that will never be open How the fuck you stay free when you in jail How the fuck you got pops that don't show up When his kids just wanna hang like a pigtail You gon' always get props when you blow up All your nigga get the Range with the big wheels Big deal, When the Pane paid a Fifth Wheel Couple Strains just to cope with the Day to Day Little nigga put the hand on the big steel Couple strays make the hope start to fade away Coats feeling cold when the coke in they nose She approached like you know who you fuckin with Always been a scholar Spit at your neck like, lipstick On your collar Best keep an eye on your checks in the mail Cause the pyramids schem ain't gon get you no dollar Best day i had I had copped me a quarter Dont ride around with that shit in your impalas I learned that Profound by the jakes, five young black men sitting on the brakes From the blue blue grinder under the seat like, oops "Sir, can you step out the car" I can't go, seen to many blocks fall like jenga If you let them off the chain like Django You gonna have some nigga lookin for tapanga But they won't get the sleep If they ain't hoes, chain [?] Got to look at all angles You looking for your angel [Hook] Tell somebody bring the trees This a different kind of Elevation Ginger Ale on every occasion No my nigga That ain't marijuanna that you tastin I just let them hit the truth I just let them hit the truth [x2] [Slowed & Chopped] Majesty, Kryptic Casualty Majesty, Kryptic Casualty Majesty, Kryptic Casualty [Verse 2: NoName] Why you gotta talk in Fables Fuck you mean? I just gave you my thoughts and my critique On Django Read between the paradox The skinny jeans and pair of Docks I know I love the Martens too Why you gotta talk in Fables Why you gotta talk in Fables Why you gotta talk in Fables