Rags lyrics

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]

Yeah yeah yeah

Stepped up out the Gucci store with the tall bag

Feeling like a tall glass of water, fuck the holsters though

Looking at me all cheaply

And I ain't even looking for the price tag or my receipt

Bitch you got me fucked up

But let me digress

You read the transcript its more reader's digest than poems really

This ain't Poseidon, it's more Noah really

A Joakim went triple-double him was going silly

Gotta face the facts with this

I'm multi-faceted

From the Atlantic to the Pacific

You catch me everything but pacifist

We smoking strong

Like bad flatulence we passing gas

I'm mad adamant about that

Don't ever doubt that

You looking for cheese, you end up in mousetraps

You running with leeches you end up with Count Dracs

The type who like your North Face

You end up coming up out that

Niggas lucky I was never 'bout that

I'm with my American plug at European outlets

Seven hours ahead so this shit ain't out yet ow

[Hook: Mick Jenkins]

How you like me now, got to wipe me down

Even your moms think I'm clean, who's the motherfuckin' hypebeast now

Yeah

Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself

What

Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself

What

Yeah

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]

Blowing bags on these rags just to feel myself

I was thrifting when I wasn't out here sipping on wealth

Copping bags of them rags just to feel myself

I had the thrift shop rockin' before Macklemore bit a nigga

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 3: Mick Jenkins]

Uh

Bitter figures these days, you niggas move so

On my sumo, we don't do no pseudo-science

Wrist on Michael Rousseau

No jewels on me

We no fools homie

See the squares but we looking for loopholes

Numero uno, fuck who you know

I pull the draw before I play it cool though

Just off the niggas who won't complete the mission

I need submission like we doing judo

And got the llama you throw off my groove

This ain't Cuzco you fucking with

I don't usually hold heat like makeshift oven mitts

But I get the job done

I'm not one to freeze up, no polio

Napolean complex never hit my logic

Diversifying my portfolio, securing profits

And all that's just residual knowledge like fuck college

Ay

Fuck lemon pledge my shit polished, I'm not Amish

I been modest as them though

Although I ride the tempo like Waldo

You can't find him until you spot him

And the you can't stop looking at that spot

Sure I'm looking at the top with my plot

Niggas on suicide watch when I drop

Uh

Six-five, look like Sasquatch in the drop

She got thick thighs, got a fat knot

In my pocket

Came from them rags with the colored tags

To them tags with the commas spliced

Check the price, nigga stop it

They say if I buy expensive shit I ain't conscious

[Outro: Mick Jenkins]

I don't really like to be around mother fuckers

You know

I just like to stay to myself and with my immediate niggas

And its kind of hard to do if

You in the limelight

Cause they'll look at you like

Know what I'm saying

Oh he got an ego

He don't really associate with nobody

You know

When you

You gotta, you gotta play the role

You gotta smile up in mother fuckers faces

You gotta go places you may not wanna go

You have to do things you may not wanna do

And, and its hard

And its still hard

I don't really fuck with niggas no more

As much as I did

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Or More; The Frustation (2018)