32 - Soul Glo

Been done ready to have the last laugh

But where the fuck was any of y’all ass at?

Pity and apologies?

Nigga, we past that

You won’t hear me ask that, hit me on my CashApp

We finna let the blood flow out the wine glass

We finna let the blood flow out the wine glass

No more selling off our trauma just to eat trash

Or letting you deny the past to swerve the backlash, every day

I’ve been raising up out the mud

It’s because I had to clean up before I work all of you niggas

Get all y’all together, pull the shirt off of you niggas

Taking y’all for all y’all worth, you fucking pilgrims

We’ve come for our percent

The return on the investment

Don’t act like that we ain’t met

Nigga, I’m talking reparations, do not try to fucking play me, nigga

Nigga, you ain’t no threat

Nigga, you ain’t no threat

Nigga, you ain’t no threat

Nigga, you ain’t no threat

Fuck what any muhfucking nigga said

I said nigga, you ain’t no threat

Write the shit backward on your forehead

Look at your reflection and say it one more again

So broke off these loans I’m licking hot sauce off the back of my hand as a

snack

The stomach pains feel the same as every panic attack, but I know I shouldn’t

talk shit about all that

So self-aware, such empathy, trickle-down, indie rock loves trap

White DIY is a fucking dead end path, and y’all can have this bullshit back

Emotional assimilation

Emotional deprivation

The deadest ass depersonalization

And I’m skipping class in social situations

And all these intentions are an intervention for all of that appreciation

The depreciating weight is just drops in the bucket for me

When I can carve my own space from what your bodies will leave like

But when will you look up from your feet as you’re crossing the street

Into oncoming traffic just to keep from passing me?

What will you do to validate the space that you take?

Or claim?

I, I can’t quite relate

Goddamnit, we did it for the culture, just like we did it for the scene

And who we saw most of all was a bunch more niggas talking about, «Well,

what about me?»

Get my young nigga Marquis free, and everybody best believe

That I’d take myself off this opening beat and show that though he’s a teen,

that nigga better than me, like

Nigga, you ain’t no threat

Nigga, you ain’t no threat

Fuck what any muhfucking nigga said

Nigga, you ain’t no threat

Write the shit backward on your forehead

Nigga, you ain’t no threat

Say it one more again, like

And from whose hand is he even supposed to wrest an opportunity?

It’s not like Stereogum, Fact Mag, or Complex are posting visits up in PICC

And for our own resources, of course, online magazines be forcing us to compete

Meanwhile young nigga could be any-fucking-where in the state now that he’s 18

All while I have in hand the castle’s keys

Nigga, rest in peace