Testo THE BLUES. - Tobe Nwigwe

THE BLUES.

Look, 5 out of 10 of my pants live by the ghetto mantra, F U pay me
Move heavyweight and get to slapping people like that boy Ehonda if it get brazy
Look, I got the juice, that’s just how He made me
Yellas see me, they start going crazy
Sak Pase to my Haitians facing all that devastation, gotta pray for Haiti
Look, you barely hear about it on the news
I just caught that story on the 'Gram
Bodies on bodies in Haiti, but I see more stories 'bout Kim and Ye running scams
My, myself, I need a hundred bands
Time 10, that would get me straight
Fake rappers that be covered in straps
I still see yo cookie like lingerie
Look, Curriculum EP is on the way
Shoutout to Roosevelt from SA
When I spit the Holy Spirit permeate
Swear my flow is straight up out the pearly gates
Look, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold up
Lemme get it straight one time for you
Look at the game, it’s a dinner plate full of fakes
I’m just 'bout to dine for you, ouu
Get me a napkin
Swear the flow is cold as Aspen
Every bar is throwed like a javelin
FaT be praying like a chaplain, ouu
Tryna reassure me that Jehovah Jireh keep His hand a favor in da mix
Word to Nelly, swear I was a lunatic before I started
Clutching my own crucifix
Flow electric like computer chips
Used to kill on Madden with them user picks
Then I changed, stop playing games
Started peeping thangs like a revolutionist
Pipeline to prison do exist
Same slave trade, newer ships
All these rappers with they mind in shackles
Need to tie a noose around they loosened lips
Pipe down, this a God flow, every bar is drippin' with the Holy Ghost
Where I’m from, you get beheaded if you’re breaded
Prolly why my patnas pack the toast, talkin' mulah & pistols
I eat the beat down to the gristle
If the only reason why you rap is for the artifacts, yo flow is artificial, oou
Look, life is a beach, just be weary of the quicksand
And when ya moving and pursuing what ya doing
Don’t forget to use a kickstand
Take a break, take a step back, realize, ayy, we all human
If I don’t trust you and you run up on me, better have a vest
Word to Metro Boomin, I’m gone, ouu