Wars & Rumors of Wars (Freestyle) Lyrics – Mick Jenkins

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[Verse 1]
They said it wouldn't be televised
You would think it ain't no Revolution
You shine a light and n!ggas translucent
Type crazy no Cam Newton
These n!ggas ain't Panthers
These n!ggas ain't white hoods like Clan movements
We seein tap dancers
Keep seein crossovers these n!ggas ain't hooping
Glossed over n!gga we see it no fly list n!ggas ain't tripping
In the cut like state troopers
Court flower late bloomer
N!ggas talking about the old ways, okay boomer
Slime put up in a old school
Crooked letter crooked letter with the Vogue shoes I know he a straight shooter
Keep a beat like a pacemaker
Keep the heat we some peace makers go debate buddha
Place holders out here claiming ruler we going yard
Ferris Bueller got no regard for the new school I'm so appalled
Don't come at me with the Fisher Prices or the tissue paper no it's gon dissolve
On the fringe I could never come in under par I'm over golf
Got it out the mud with both strokes like it's Motocross
N!ggas gotta learn a hold a loss
These days I know a broken sauce when I see one
Don't give your bread
6' 5" don't hit your head
Like a series finale I'm going off
Who paid y'all? Couldn't buy me
N!ggas hyenas this s*it is an elephant graveyard
Got em knock me, n!gga not me!
Fu*k is you talking about lost sleep?
Fu*k with a n!gga with a who don't rap got to tell me you n!ggas is lost sheep
These n!ggas is off xans I give them more bars we'll need an autopsy
You need it in bulk I'm Costco
Got it jumpin these n!ggas is not flea
Fu*k is you talkin bout top three?
They try to tell me it's not yours

A bodega the way that I chop cheese
Secondhand n!ggas can't clock me
The s*it that I'm talking it's hours, no 15 minutes could ever just stop me
Know where I'm getting my power truthfully don't really deal in the probablys
Just Godspeed my n!gga

[Outro]
What? N!ggas claiming King? Bet. Popping fly s*it? What? I ain't see no wings yet. S*it all I see is dreams bet