Right On

If you are not already, please get drunk before listening to this song

Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on

I need somethin' to draw, need somethin' to write on
I see electricity in the pylons
Look at it running the race, everything you doing, erased
What'd it feel like? Hit with the mace
Tight pace that I'm keeping got the reaper on me

Like you, what the hell would I be without it?
If you think it, shout it
Lost my mind, I think I found it away
Live to fight another bright day
I am god, so why would I pray?
You are god above a white page
The creator, maker of rage

Painter, paint the canvas, I ate the mantis
I saved the pandas, I hate they brand us
Can us like some Campbells
Jesus had no socks under his sandals
I can't ride a bike without the handles
I can't ride a scooter, have a tutor
Shoot the Buddha, eat some gouda
Say it ruder, tell, who did I trample?

Ramble on about some nonsense, I'm unconscious
I don't have cricket for a conscience
Kelp forest, where the magic conch is
Violent crucifying, like I'm Pontius
Pilate flying high above Olympus
She's an angel, give that bitch a nimbus
Bengal tiger biting off ya fingers
How am I supposed to eat these Pringles?

Image in yo' head is how I want it
Finish on the bed and lie upon it

Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on

Lil Darkie
I just want you to fuck
Lil Darkie
Just wants you to fuck
Spider Gang

In the car, it moving fast
Foot up on the gas
Everything we tend to pass
Leave it in the past
I know what my momma asked
I just didn't answer
Got her foot up on the dash
She my tiny dancer

She my tiny dancer, move it, hula girl
Not a girl with cuter curls
I'ma stack these commas
We could be like the Obamas
We could rule the world
Baby girl, just pick a country
Ain't worried 'bout no money
Ain't worried 'bout nobody

Fast
Foot up on the gas
Everything we tend to pass
Leave it in the past
I know what my momma asked
I just didn't answer
Got her foot up on the dash
She my tiny dancer

Breaking, breaking down the gas
Don't want smoke, want cancer
You could, you could, you could ask
You can't get me canceled
Shake it, shake it, shake ya ass
How it in yo' pants too?
How he do it? You could ask
Grip this pen, no pencil

Baby, baby, baby girl
Shake that ass for a nigga, I'll give you the world
Man, I love it how you bend yo' back and make it curl (oh yeah)
Yeah, I put that necklace on yo' shit like pearls
Yeah, I cook that rock, I stir it, make it twirl

I got a story for y'all
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do, I do, I do)
But I gotta kinda build it up a little bit
(Lil' bit, lil' bit, lil' bit, lil' bit)
I've been having a lot of bad dreams lately
(I have, I have, I have, I have)
And no matter what the fuck I do, they won't go away
(They won't, they won't, they won't, they won't)
So I'ma talk about the place in my brain that I think they stay

Look
I had a dream about that nigga there in that photo, okay, okay
I had a dream that I shot you and yo' niggas in that photo
And it ain't right, bad dreams cloudin' up my sight
Can't get any rest in the night
Why the hell when I close my eyes, am I not surprised? Someone always dies
Why the hell when I close my pupils, someone you lose comes to life?
There ain't shit to fight, there ain't shit to point at with the pipe
Somethin' in my mental, is it right?

Maybe it's all the hatin' ass niggas talkin' to me every day
About how the fuck they got a problem with what I be doing
Maybe it's this hatin' ass bitch tellin' Lil Darkie not to say the N-word
Even though she ain't knew him
And I'm always talking about spreadin' love and positivity
So maybe it's a little hard for me to put that shit behind me and say, "Screw 'em"
Or lawyer up and go sue' em, what am I doing?

It's hard for me to let go of the hate
Especially when I want you to do great
Especially when 'em fuckers stall my fate
And you distracting me because you ain't with it
Now my brain's saying, "Slit it, take yo' blood and paint with it
Do it 'til faint, do it 'til you can't anymore"
I'll do this 'til I can't anymore
Is that my blood or the paint on the floor?
Is that my blood or the paint on the floor?

I'm just a person whose mental state tend to worsen
Now I'm cursin' on the track
Oh, you wear a beanie? That jack is my nightcap
Spittin' heavy, you ain't ready, insider, you might crack
I knew a mother of one son, one daughter, liked crack
She was my friend, she got kicked out of her apartment
For bringin' the children harm, and it's scarrin'
My brain alarmin', I saw it
Her husband drinking 'til he was barely thinkin'
They like my music, though (oh, we love your music)

I see you got them bodies, but you ain't actin' a human, though
How you let your kids see you separate then abuse 'em, though?
Mama smokin' cigs on the corner and daddy boozin' mo'
Now that bitch a racist 'cause her husband is fuckin' with darker faces
Ain't puttin' dick where her waist is, and she can't afford no braces
To give her daughter some teeth, but she talkin' to one of my friends
About how she would suck his dick if he drove her to ATM
So she pullin' the money out and she spendin' it all on coke
Now she broke it and want it back, so she switchin' over to crack

I rap about whippin' rock, but I never do that for real
'Cause it's funny just when you talk, and it's not when you skippin' meals
And it's not when your skin, it peels, and it's not when you makin' deals
And it's not when you got the cops taking children away, it feels
Too close to home

Tell us another one, Darkie
I'll try
(No ad-libs) fuck
Yeah

Back in high school, I had this girl
She meant the world to a nigga, that's a pearl, that's a gem
In the end, she ended up with my friend
Now let me tell you how this steaming pile of bullshit began
Back in sophomore year, I couldn't drop more tears
Because my last girl kicked me to the curb, not in the city, in the 'burbs
I'm sitting pretty with the birds, finally over that shit
Will anybody love me? Pulling clovers, I rip them out
In PE, I'm sittin' out, but she just wanna talk
She invite me to her crib after class, okay, why not?

The door knocking, but she took me inside, led me to her room
Then she pulled off all my clothes without asking me
She assumed I was for it
I should've known right there, mission aborted
Ain't no relationship she want, she want dick and she looking for it
She said, "Did you bring the condoms?" As if I had caused a problem
I'm lying naked on her bed, feeling raped, and fucked in the head
So she apologized, "I'm just into taller guys"
She said that she was in the wrong and I shouldn't tell anyone

So I forgave her, first mistake
It's hard to say it when you love someone, that person fake
Mistook attention for true love, and so we start to date
I'm with the bitch for two years, and it's perfect, wait
Well, it's senior year and she telling me she want smoke
And do drugs like the lean and coke
And she thinkin' that datin' me, it prevent her from being free
I'm like, "Baby, what do you mean? I've been giving you everything
I've been living my life for you, I thought we were part of a team"
And so she leave

And my homie tell me I'll be fine, and that he really feel me
Dealin' poorly, start to smoke a lot, now I'm a fucking greenie
Caught a case, so she definitely stay away, no free me
At lunch, I see her with him and I know that he can see me
Hoe, meet me at the bike racks
Fight back, you bony piece of shit, you was my homie
I ain't know that it was like that
But that nigga might be the reason I write raps
Hope my Indian fingers might put a divot in yo' white ass

Bullied in middle school and bullied after I did time, commit crimes
I ain't worried 'bout fuckin', I want that money and I lick minds
Bumpin' ScHoolboy Q, having some sick times
Sellin' weed, and you know you my nigga if you get big dimes
I was born from the darkness
Once an innocent kid, spray-paintin' where the park is
Don't go swimmin' where the shark is

Well, I hope you enjoyed that story of my youth
Now it's time for this journey through my mind to come to an end
Hope you're ready
Please keep all hands, arms, feet, and legs inside your thoughts at all times

Troubled kid with the troubled mind
Troubled kid with the troubled past
In the trouble, I grew up fast
In the rubble, I sit my ass down
I'll smoke you like I smoke that grass
I broke him like I broke that glass
I dropped out, I ain't got no class

Had to cut off a lot of friends
Had to cut off a lot of people
'Cause lots of people 'round me were evil
'Cause lots of niggas were weak and feeble
(Om) thank God that I got out alive
My momma never lost faith in my mind

Let it out (ah)
Let it out (ah)
Let it out (ah)
Let it out (ah)
Let it out (ah)
Let it out (ah)
Let it out (ah)
Let it out (ah)

When I was young
I used to play with Legos 'til the morning sun (huh-huh)
I used to play with Legos, now it's boring, son (huh-huh)
No one would play with me, I'm the foreign one (huh-huh)
He ain't had no butthole, so I tore him one (huh-huh)
I didn't know what a country was, now I'm touring one (huh-huh)
All I wan' do is get on tracks, I was born to run (huh-huh)
In the field, I grip that stick, it's a hole-in-one (huh-huh)
Why would you commit a crime with a stolen gun?

Oh, rat-a-tat-tat
Grip that gat and push his hat back
Whoa, is your momma proud of you now?
Whoa, no, she's not this much is true now (huh-huh)

You're right on (you're damn right-ta-ta)
Right on (you're damn right)
Right on (you're damn right)
Right on (right, right-ta-ta-ta, yeah)

Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on
Right on, right on

As you go, remember this
Where there is yin, there is always yang