Them white niggas you fuck with turn tiki torch real quick
Real quick, real quick, ah!
When you were crying on the phone to me, did you consider us friends?
Saying that his life was in our hands, or were we criminals then?
The way I stack my feelings up, Chani asked me what I prioritize
Why is my answer moments of mistrust archived side by side in my mind? I can't decide
Sink into the floor
Sink into the floor
Sink into the floor
Sink into the floor
We left pieces of ourselves on the side of that road
Now I'm supposed to sift through my feelings toward you and the murderous language you spoke?
If that cop had taken a further step than just putting his hand on his gun
And shot us right there, we might never know whose side you're really on
Nah, sink into the floor
Sink into the floor
Who's your apology even for?
Sink into the floor
Thinking about this nigga Marvin, thinking about this nigga Natik
Thinking about this nigga Malique, he spent 9 months in solitary at 17
Thinking about this nigga Lael, thinking about this nigga Tyquail
Thinking about this nigga Reneé, I fear most for her everyday
I fear most for her everyday, I fear most for her everyday
I'm down to step out and engage
I'm down to step out and engage
I'm down to step out and engage
I'm down to step out and engage
I'm down to step out and engage
Ayo, I live around the way
Ayo, I live around the way
(Ayo, I live around the way, nigga)
Ayo, I live around the way
Ayo, I live around the way, uh
Side up with me
Slip in the side of my eye up with me
Guy up to me
Eye up the pie you tryna slice up off me
But what do we have for you? (Nothing)
Not my priority or my energy
Not while I know children in the penitentiary
I won't treat you mean, I won't say a thing
But please come back up into my house and try me
Please come back up in my mental
Please come back up in my periphery
Niggas not cold as me
And not petty like me
And I'm unsure you really wanna hear from me
Every erasures are your life's poetry
In between the fine print, in invisible ink
Fuck what you feel, fuck what you think
You slept too close to my family
And I've got no time for a fake ass sorry from an opp who still throws stones at a nigga's body
I thought the plan was that a nigga would drop the topic
But if you really want, we can fucking talk about it
You know, my mama kinda wanna beat ya ass for this
You a snake, fuck nigga, you a basilisk
And you at risk of remaining an asterisk
My last gift is my black ass to kiss
