I'LL ADMIT

They know it takes two but they never wanna tango wit him
Get wrapped up and shipped out you try to tango with him
'Cause it's Bermuda to any nigga try angling him
Left him so holy you'd think he had an angel with him
(Ayo Oddwin!)
And he better had an angel with him
Or for the rest of time
He getting angel visions
Face down floating freshwater with the angel fishes
So many bars in my notepad it's a paper prison
I see 'em writing about metal they never held
That's paper clippin'
I write about shit I'd never tell to anybody
'Cause you don't know me and trust me
I done saw a lot of shit
When we was going through the times we ain't had any money
There's truth in every line but I'll admit it varies
See I usually dial it back if shit is getting scary
I was reciting lines the other day into a mirror
Had to call a priest I fucked around and summoned Bloody Mary
There's truth in every line but I'll admit it varies
'Cause I gotta add some humor to the shit that I carry
And I gotta plant a new flower for everything that I bury
And I gotta stay looking sharp for the woman I'll marry
But lately I've been so focused on the grind that my teeth hurt
And I can feel the pain every time I spit each verse
Each word reaching out to the bleachers
'Cause my knees hurt
But I still got enough left in me to get to each serve
Sitting eastward 5AM watching the sunrise
Hoping one day that I can look into my son's eyes
And tell him it was worth it
All the sleepless nights writing verses
All the demon fights and the curses
First thing imma do is buy my momma a Birkin
To make up for all the money I took out of her purses
And get my dad a new space to work in
'Cause my parents have put well over a century of work in
And seen no return
But that's the risk you take
And they adopted me knowing full well it's a shitty shake
See most black orphans never see the light of day
They just kinda fade into the concrete of the cityscape
How many black babies been aborted
'Cause they parents couldn't afford it
It's an epidemic
I'm not finna lie I got survivor's guilt
I find the will to move on
Feeling pressured to be a success story
So the lives of the next generation can be less gory
I'm tryna build
Something I can leave behind
And keep em out of the field
Conviction laid between each rhyme
The haters don't get my appeal
But I know they see me climb
And my people see me feel
And they wanna see me shine
And I think it's about time
We start moving from porches to porcelain
Pockets full of corpses gettin corpulent
Tryna live to see the metamorphosis
Of this career ignite the fire and I'm torchin it
One hand on the wheel and I'm flooring it
With a bad bitch in passenger
Built like Lilith and Morrigan
At the same time
See she's sorta thick but also sorta thin
Taking dubs where all these other niggas only sorta win
I look down the field and know I'm sure to win
Money flowing like water how it's pouring in
But I seen mad niggas parched for the parchment, paper chasing
And draining energy till there's nothing more to give
I seen too many ghost towns like Oregon
It's like these niggas wanna see you on the floor again
They'd sooner send us all back to hunting and foraging
Then let a single crab out the bucket so I'm ignoring em
There's truth in every line but I'll admit it varies
So I don't sweat the details long as the message carries
Yeah