JOURNEY

Yeah, uh

Remember cold nights staring out windows, watching my breath fog
Before I was on point with knuckles like that hedgehog
Sonic, used to puff chronic and sip the tonic
In the state of the bluebonnet where they do you worse than bubonic
Plague, 'specially if you stayed over there off Forum Park
Way before Jeff pushed that 'Lac the color of corn starch
We had never worn hearts on our sleeve 'cause The 'Lief
It breed G's and delete all the weak
If you speak anything harsh over my hood, you crazy, word to my mama

They'll put somethin' in the clip the same shape as a comma
And go bananas with hammers
If manners is somethin' that you lackin'
While pushin' Anglo-Saxon
Colored contraband
In the land where they ain't wrapped too tight
Grew up 'round wild boys, no MGK, they was just wrappin' white
Half my life, thought about packin' knives

Ratchets like, all on my mattress
No magnets, I'd attract blackness 'til I begat this
Lil' road to Damascus type of journey
'Round 'bout the time DK had offed himself
Often felt that he lost his self to a coffin 'cause calls for help were
Never answered, he had to dance with a lot of demons
My clever banter could never recant the life of scheming

That I lived when I was out here with G Mob goin' live
Before Chops caught them cases and had to go for five
Before J-Slim caught that agg' and had to sit down for eight
Before Lil Charles had that dough and powder, no funnel cake
I was with my running mates
We boxed, but had the gun in place
My dawgs was like Deion Sanders
In the field and runnin' base, ugh

Spit guava, I'm a thick juice brewer
Catch you eyeing my wife, I'll patch your eye like Slick Rick, ruler
I got more drive than four Lyfts and six new Ubers
But my mama hated on me 'til I blew like a Five-Deuce Hoover, ugh
No Crip, I need more chips and a nose clip
'Cause the smell is atrocious, hope you notice
Just how cuckoo the flow is when I'm focused
I am chukwu to locust, who approach this throne?

Now leave me 'lone and let me learn you somethin'
Elohim taught me how to cook, now I can curve the onion
Booty, truly, you'd be better suited
If you would do the contrary to what you see in movies, but
That's hard to do when you ain't got no point of reference
I understand your point of view, so I anoint the lessons
In my message, peep my essence
I keep all my flows open-minded so you can see the blessings

Now "Can you see it?" is the question of the day
Hair extra-nappy, but I'm always down to catch a fade
My dawgs zombies, touched more white than Abercrombie state-to-state
But they know the flow tsunami, hopefully they catch the wave
On my journey

Yeah
Swear they know the flow tsunami, hopefully they catch the wave
On my journey, journey, journey, journey
Journey, journey, journey
Ayy, look, I pray you catch a wave that doesn't subside
This for the nappy-heads in Heaven
With a nappy-head Christ by they side
I pray you catch a wave that doesn't subside

This for the nappy-heads in Heaven
With a nappy-head Christ by they side, yeah
May your streets be paved with gold, yeah
Hope my whole hood make it home, yeah
May your streets be paved with gold, yeah
Hope my whole hood make it home