Different Scales - Mick Jenkins

Yea, In pole position, had to strip it down

Was rarely fucking with the vision they was feeding me the bread

Well come eleven and the water only trickle down

Needed pumperknickle wasn’t fucking with the fickle minds

This shit would get bumpy over time if we pickle beets

They just want the hooks, got me out here fighting sickle cell

Niggas sound like crooks in front of cameras I hear crickets now

Have some art commissioned more than living off the ticket sales

You for the gram we weighing this shit on different scales

No picket fence I know we grew up on different streets

It woke me up, I know its way more niggas counting sheep

Bouncing checks tryna slide off the counterfeit

They hella foul

Niggas out here playing county ball

Still bounty saul

Shame they’ll never win a golden globe

Some niggas only taking naps

Some niggas comotose

You get em fired you find out some niggas Omarosa

Multiple elephants in the room

Ain’t nothing new

Poachers done setted in

They using sedatives too

I’m still preaching the same element

Exploring business ventures with my fellowship

Eliminated the light bulbs with no filament

You ain’t in my circle if we not intimate on some level

Got dumbells on my shoulders, I folded

Drinking folgers these days, I talk the water till my clothes is moldy

if came down to the wire niggas could’nthold me

They always talk the old you

Them niggas never know me

I never owe nobody nothing but Jon

Who cutting onions?

These days I’m all about cutting the line

Cutting through the bullshit my nigga its nothign to shine its nothing to stunt

its nothing to rhyme

You elevating minds or you fucking the blind and ducking the smoke

Sup with the swine but wanna be goat you really just sheep

You wanna be woke you really just sleep walked in front of me

Man What are these jokes?

Rich in spirit I won' t hear it if you cunning me bro

Tried to pass these hoes the joint they didn’t want any smoke

I want to be blunt when I spit out the truth

They want me to choke they want me to front

Ruffle feathers and then they want me to ghost

Crumble concentrates I’m rolling foreal

Sand trapping I won’t shorten my stroke