Bruce Banner - Mick Jenkins

I’m not a rapper, I’m a writer

It’s a couple chefs in this game, and a whole lotta' biters

Fuck’s wrong with these niggas

Fuck’s to it

Fuck wrong wit' 'em

Fuck’s to it

These niggas talker not walkers

The drive of Paul Walker, I got it

Can’t touch 'em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic

Fuck wrong wit' 'em

Fuck’s to it (uh!)

Honestly can’t nobody come for me 'cept Kendrick

And I hope you offended, like it’s untrue

Don’t make me debunk your kung-fu

Fuck up the whole Feng shui when we come through

They can’t hurt us

My shit in Target, I’m Nate Burkus, they ain’t perfect

Can she walk out with the javelin

Y’all niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him

If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you’d be travelling

And I’d be somewhere Harlem Globetrot traffickin' truth

I’m adamant about the handle I got on this shit

I pattened it after James Harden and James Patterson

Don’t make me Alex Cross, cross 'tween, skip through that lane and change

strategy (uh!)

Niggas lose medullas, fuckin' with my shooters

Rappers lose medallions fuckin' with Chicago

So many niggas hangin', they know Mr. Cooper

Police they are shooters then like bloopers

They gon' play that shit on T.V., 'til we Stevie to it

Say we can’t make them drink the water

I don’t know if we can lead 'em to it

I see the difference, I don’t see improvement

I see people that look like me that’s leeching to it

And apparently speaking on it is preaching to 'em

And apparently having opinions is tragic to mention, no matter intention

But only when you got blue checks and new checks and a few floors,

more than a duplex

I’m too stressed for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made

Watch your mouth when you spit facts, what for?

I got the fire nigga

Heard 'Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly

Alex Hailey at the root of it all

My quest-for-love just wasn’t suited for ya’ll and my black thoughts won’t be

muted or diluted

And livin' water can’t be polluted at all

Secluded I be, too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin' me

That’s your 15 minutes, you losin' 'em

They draw their conclusions

I just be just disproving 'em, my ink hold weight

This paper hold heat like aluminum foil

Your correct in assuming the soil is fertile

I’m growing like weeds, I’m growing my weed

My shorty look like she come from where they growing ya’ll weave at

Ya’ll throwing shade, I three-man weave that

It’s been a one-man fast break, ya’ll ain’t even seen the team yet

Fuck wrong wit' 'em

Fuck’s to it

Fuck wrong wit' 'em

Fuck’s to it

These niggas talker not walkers

The drive of Paul Walker, I got it

Can’t touch 'em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic

Fuck wrong wit' 'em

Fuck’s to it (uh!)