The Valley of the Shadow of Death - Mick Jenkins

Give a fuck if yo' pockets low, we been living lowkey

Wonder how we was popping bottles, this far below the

Poverty line, wasn’t no avocados but toast was on me

Early, would break fast was hopping gates, would do the same to pearly

Mistakes add up, some niggas could name the police

Some niggas always need somebody else name on the lease

Some of us struggling to find inner peace, I’m still fighting a beast

I show love, I definitely want it requited at least

The odds stackd against shorty and despite it she prach

While I’m smoking my roach

Nigga, been treehugging, tryna widen my reach

More vitamin E

Really tryna widen my scope

They tryna tell me

My freedom abides in a vote

That died on a boat

It’s on that very water I choke

Most times I get dry before I speak

I die before I spoke

I cry when I see

But, never ask why 'cause I know

They give a fuck if you fly, we supposed to fly or sell dope

We supposed to give them the keys so they can get in the door

Still had to kick in the door just to get in the door

When he was five and we gon' call the boy a thug for the rest of his life

Yeah, you know I walk through

Everything they taught me

Still feeling groggy

Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee, no Joffrey

I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly

I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly

Folk don’t get to see themselves too often

Only look at mirrors through the smoke

Everything go rogue

Everything’s glossy

I fear no evil at all

I pray my closest don’t fold, I know somebody gon' fall

Fuck saving face, I can’t keep changing pace to stay up with y’all

This ain’t a race see niggas running in place to chase waterfalls

I can relate, I can’t erase the times when I dropped the ball

Was tryna handle it all, I’m no Kyrie in the least

I had to learn it the harder way, niggas pennies decrease

A couple niggas deceased, I watched some niggas retreat

You ever had a peace treaty with niggas you still don’t fuck with?

I started turning my cheek

I had to turn a new leaf on niggas smoking swisher sweets

Was on them backwoods for some weeks

Then I got straight to the paper, my paper straight as a crease

Got paperweights for receipts

Got labelmates we been scammed by the same man, we don’t speak

The neighbors hate, we don’t speak

Don’t come through preaching, just practice whatever you was gon' preach

And scratch my back if you reach

Gotta match my joint if you smoking

These niggas will do you like leeches

I’m seeing ghosts like it’s Bleach

I brought my sand to a fire hydrant, created a beach

I put my soul in these beats

Yeah, you know I walk through

Everything they taught me

Still feeling groggy

Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee, no Joffrey

I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly

I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly