THE BLUES. - Tobe Nwigwe

Look, 5 out of 10 of my pants live by the ghetto mantra, F U pay me

Move heavyweight and get to slapping people like that boy Ehonda if it get brazy

Look, I got the juice, that’s just how He made me

Yellas see me, they start going crazy

Sak Pase to my Haitians facing all that devastation, gotta pray for Haiti

Look, you barely hear about it on the news

I just caught that story on the 'Gram

Bodies on bodies in Haiti, but I see more stories 'bout Kim and Ye running scams

My, myself, I need a hundred bands

Time 10, that would get me straight

Fake rappers that be covered in straps

I still see yo cookie like lingerie

Look, Curriculum EP is on the way

Shoutout to Roosevelt from SA

When I spit the Holy Spirit permeate

Swear my flow is straight up out the pearly gates

Look, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold up

Lemme get it straight one time for you

Look at the game, it’s a dinner plate full of fakes

I’m just 'bout to dine for you, ouu

Get me a napkin

Swear the flow is cold as Aspen

Every bar is throwed like a javelin

FaT be praying like a chaplain, ouu

Tryna reassure me that Jehovah Jireh keep His hand a favor in da mix

Word to Nelly, swear I was a lunatic before I started

Clutching my own crucifix

Flow electric like computer chips

Used to kill on Madden with them user picks

Then I changed, stop playing games

Started peeping thangs like a revolutionist

Pipeline to prison do exist

Same slave trade, newer ships

All these rappers with they mind in shackles

Need to tie a noose around they loosened lips

Pipe down, this a God flow, every bar is drippin' with the Holy Ghost

Where I’m from, you get beheaded if you’re breaded

Prolly why my patnas pack the toast, talkin' mulah & pistols

I eat the beat down to the gristle

If the only reason why you rap is for the artifacts, yo flow is artificial, oou

Look, life is a beach, just be weary of the quicksand

And when ya moving and pursuing what ya doing

Don’t forget to use a kickstand

Take a break, take a step back, realize, ayy, we all human

If I don’t trust you and you run up on me, better have a vest

Word to Metro Boomin, I’m gone, ouu