Skegee - J.I.D

Yeah, listen up, listen up

Young one, young ones

Look, check, damn

Take a chance, have faith, my lad

You got all of the same tools all the greats have had

Two eyes, two ears, one mouth, two hands

You can watch, listen more than you speak, take advantage

You peek all the karma that come with makin' the cream

The crop, full of demons providin' you what you need

They got, what you think, alcohol or the lean?

Put the coke inside the weed, them niggas seasonin' the greens

Rap game turned from the slingers to the fiends

But

I ain’t pickin' teams but I had a dream like King

Fuckin' on this pretty little bi—, queen, I mean

Point me to the cheese, niggas talkin' cream

Park the car, I’m 'bout to part the seas

And move a mountain for money

Nothing keepin' me from gettin' to you, gettin' to me

Marvin G

But get your eyes cleaned for something you have never not, not seen

Watch the sun disappear

Lightning strikes upon us, please stop

Take a chance, have faith, my lad

You got all of the same tools all the greats have had

Maybe lesser than that

Way back when I was puttin' on my football cap

This institution came with for the stats

They sat me in a room with my dad

And it was cool but when they left I was glad

And my pops was too, he said that’s good-ass parenting

Reminding me 'bout that school that did them nigga experiments

On them black people, sharecroppers, down in Alabama, damn

It’s not that far from Atlanta, it was the 1930s

They did them black folks dirty because a tan

I ma—