Mick Jenkins - Steam lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Since oakwood I been moving this dope

Tryna give you this truth, so potent, every line is

Quote, 'overhit', I'm a fiend

Niggas scratchin' like I been in the DJ booth

I know that you ain't heard it like this from the

South Side expected to be so uncouth, or allude

Perception has made you believe that it's easier to cope with in the coupe

You don't want this smoke with the words I wrote

Puff puff to the joint, go poof

They shootin' ova there where the youngins playn games

Dubbed up, betta run no goose

I know that you don't want no noose

A lil' too loose with yours, betta choose ya sword, much wiser

I tell these niggas drink more water

Be the only time I ever dumb it down

When I tell these niggas think more harder

A CPS scholar, pardon, I think more charter

Momma had to think more father

Pops never really thought about it

Cops only ever seen one side, book us all, profiles

Niggas don't doubt it, niggas already know mine

Showtime, spit a couple clothes line

While yo beat is superfluous, coat signed ?

Seven high King's drive picture me rollin'

South Side, where they shoot magazines

I'm alive, never picture me posin'

Nah I ain't neva did G the Q

And I ain't ever claim G the D

I'm just with my folks

Know I got a gingerale with my smoke

Know I got a pair of cuff with my loafs

Do it for the free even when I'm broke

College dropout, he drive slow

Man we like the A-team tracks, like an A-bomb, I've been spitting napalm

Tell me do you feel it, tell me is it burning?

Tell me if you learning, tell me can you tell that this nigga is the realest?

Nigga I'm a realist

So many layers and it's really 'bout how many you peelin' back

Give it to the people with appealing facts

Make it so loud that you can still smell it from like

Three blocks down when they seal the pack

Send it thru the mail, you don't get it till like three years later,

And it still a smack

Some'n like how they brew and seal the Jack

How can you hate on that? Next best out the Chi and

I told y'all, I aint leaving no room for no debate on that

You can bet on that

I'mma keep droppin' bombs, I don't really gotta flex wit that

he don't stress fo' that, he don't even ask the checks fo' that

So if you wonder where the check for a nigga on his shit

Go to djbooth.net for that !

Thanks to Based God for correcting these lyrics