Steam Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]

Since Oakwood I’ve been moving this dope

Trying to give you this truth

So potent every line is quote

Or a hit, I’m a fiend

Niggas scratching like I been in a dj booth

I know that you ain’t heard it like this

From the southside expect it to be so uncouth or aloof

Perception has made you believe that it’s easier to cope with in a coop

You don’t want this smoke roll the words I wrote

Puff puff til the joint go poof

They shooting over there where the youngings playing games

Duck duck better run those goose

I know that you don’t want no news

A little too loose with yours better choose your 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

Mama had to think more father, pops never really thought about it

Cops only even seen one side, book us off profiles, nigga don’t doubt it

Niggas already know mine, show time, spit a couple clothes lines

Value village superfluous cosigned homie

Seven nine king drive picture me rolling

Southside where they shoot magazines

I’m alive never picture me posing, nah

I ain’t never did GQ, and I ain’t never claimed GD

I’m just with my folks

Know I got a ginger ale with my smoke

Know I got a peg cuff with my loafs

Do it for the Free even when I’m broke

College Dropout, he drive slow

Man we like the 18 tracks like an 8 ball

I been spitting napalm, tell me do you feel it

Tell me is it burning, tell me if you learning

Tell me can you tell if that nigga is the realest

Nigga I’m a realist

So many layers that it’s really bout how many you’re peeling back

Give it to the people with appealing facts

Make it so loud that you can still smell it from like 3 blocks down when they seal the pack

Send it through the mail, you don’t get it til like 3 years later

And it still a smack

Some 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 ain’t leaving no room for no debate on that

You can bet on that

I’ma keep dropping bombs, I ain’t really gotta flex for that

He don’t stretch for that, he don’t even has the chest for that

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

Go to DJbooth.net for that

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Single (2014)