HÊÄT RŌČK Lyrics

[Intro]

Get twisted Sundays look

I ain't gon' wait till the beat drops

Imma get it while it's warming start to form this heat rock



[Verse 1]

I spit classics complex progressions, my whole flow is bebop

I bless demographics with lessons 'cause my bars are sheetrock

That's hard, these scars gon' get me to the treetop

I'm different now but I used to keep my eye on tail like peacocks

Changed my perspective

Got selective on what line I eavesdropped

Switched to the main one then refrained

From all the dames that P-popped

They were thotties, used to smash them as hobbies

But I'm Godly, no prob'ly, I bring Yeshua to the hood

Mamma Nita met Fat she said yes He blessing you good

My cousin whole life a mess cause he stay obsessed with the jugg

I try to confess I'm blessed even when my life as dark as Suge's

Last name, that's knight; don't get it? You prolly snoozing

I make it clearest, my dearest, whenever the spirit moving

I'm tryna spark a reunion, bring back all the real rappers

Donald Trump won the president, preacher say that the rapture

Is coming; so we on our knees praying to get acceptance

If we made it in his image then why can't I see reflections of love

They project us as thugs, hell, my partners need hugs

We straight outta the mud, I told my pops I'm the plug

For purpose, passion, talent, skills, and everything that's above

Hell the poverty line if I ain't the best then they probably lying

The flow touch souls boy it's probably divine

Whole wrist gold but I hardly got time

For Facebook post that are partly designed

To place fake hope in the partially blind

And I told Ms. Rogers she oughta be mine

And we start dating practice abstinence to dodge Satan

I'm cool with waiting but swear it took revelations

And Genesis, matter fact, awhole Biblical compilation

The defense of Gary Payton and hella spiritual patrons to help me

Cause I was tryna GTD like Tommy on season 2

Prolly episode 16 of Martin, man, RIP Tommy Ford

But please check that episode

Just to see how much more I put into every score I pen

I scrub the floor with men

Who say they rap but really industry whores within

I'm done, bring the chorus back in

But ain't no chorus though

Yeah, but ain't no chorus though



[Pre-Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe and Fat]

Ouu, you know that boy so fye

Ouu, you know that

Ouu, you know that

But ain't no chorus though

Ouu, you know that boy so fye

Ouu, you know that

Ouu, you know that

Ouu, but ain't no chorus though

Ouu, you know that boy so fye

Naw, scratch that, we about to put a chorus right here

Look



[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe and Fat]

This is the chorus for the haters that be big mad

Who throw us Juju but we doo-doo on that witchcraft

We black as the Zulu with moves you do at the kickbacks

Shoutout to those of you who knew we'd get the big bag

Say it! This is the chorus for the haters that be big mad

Who throw us Juju but we doo-doo on that witchcraft

We black as the Zulu with moves you do at the kickbacks

Shoutout to those of you who knew we'd get the big bag

Ouu, you know that boy so fye

Shoutout to those of you who knew we'd get the big bag

Ouu, you know that boy so fye

Shoutout to those of you who knew we'd get the big bag