Melancholia (feat. Kwamikaze & Artistyk Junky)

I done smoked my weed up
On the tour I'd Re Up
If I frame a picture it ain't mona lisa Play the course just keep up
And adore them sneakers
Been reclining on tough rhyming Don't call me a nigga
Make a move in the summer
Don't be losing my number
Probably get you some piff
Maybe shoes for your hummer Maybe jewels for your momma
Can't approve for these suckers Gangsta's paradise right
That's word to Coolio's mother
Spark a blunt because I'm chilling
I get used to tha feeling
These niggas bitching and crying
They kinda remind me of krillin Thinking how did it happen
On these tracks
I be snapping of course
Eating now pass me a fork
Fuck using napkins
I'ma President nigga
I'm the shit when I'm rhyming this mean
Lit like I ride with a beam
Damn you a vulture
I'ma tha man for tha culture
Smoked a gram as I woke up
Don't give a dammit
Get back handed
For tearing my roaches
We some presidents nigga
Know you think you a animal
Team will turn you to Danimal juice Replacing your mantle
A hundred eighths I could handle
And bet I stay on toes like the break Of your sandal

Add a negative with you
Shot your president hope he dead as A relative figure
Say my presence is something gifted Inherited Nigga
If I do wrong don't believe the whole Narrative
Paragraphs pull your cards like a Tarot can
Chips on my shoulder like a pirate or A parrot can
Head on the world you feeling Towered like Paris can
Photosynthesis I move these plants Not a terrorist
But I often bit myself don't need a Speech or a therapist
Scale of 10 on a skeleton
How much is too much arrogance
How much is too much paper when Niggas living in deficit
Drugs is a definite
Rappers need to edit it
Viruses need a host and niggas Looking like Letterman
Devil don't dare to send me to hell I Got hella sin
Said the boy might burn you smell Like the peak of my cannabis
Still as a mannequin at your door like An ambulance
Said you live in a paradigm it's like Kwami in wonderland

Never back down my background Tried to peace shit
But you full of it like trump's Impeachment
The riots and the looting ain't just for Some cheap shit
We jus know a civil protest didn't Mean shit
At least not to the world
Man this shit bananas
Black lives don't mean shit to them
And they'll prove it right to the Fucking cameras
Judged by twelve or carried by six NFL draft niggas for lease
It's not my pick
Y'all were told it was a gun
And not a pick for my fro
Black hair black power
Notice the fist on it though
Wear cotton but ain't picking it Though
It make me sick to my soul
Because motherfuckers think this Shit is a joke
It's really here the time to put your Pride to the test
Shot in the back beat to death or a Noose on ya neck
Y'all lost our respect
Now we know our breed is the best
Because if we're seen then we're seen As a threat
What's with the competition
And who are you to take a nigga only Pot to piss in
Just to give him a permanent spot in prison motherfucker