Blue Iris Mink

You gotta be a certain type of Nigga
To even stand underneath the things I spit ain't words
They're pictures
And they're hella vivid
Yeah expect 'em to perturb your vision
Y'all superficial with flow
And I'm digging beneath the surface when spitting
Just like a perfect Spigot

Right now I'm broke
But real soon
I'ma be spelling my name with integers and digits
Buffoon's is giggling
Cause I really do this huh
For real like Big did (Bay-Beh)
Uh for real like Jig is (Uh)

Nigga shit
Black skin predicaments on the mic
Meant to display my pigment beyond the hype you heard?
Just like a Blue Iris Mink
Just like that fur
Particular in every way so often plight occurs when I'm ascending

I've peeped the cycles my mind observed it
From all of the knowledge obtained when I was learning lessons
On a level lower than this one
Rolling up thick blunts
Wasting weed and replacing the need for love and care with
Puff puff and despair

Who the fuck really cares anyway?
This is America
Get your merry up right?
We free the perilous
With the opportunity that was granted us
By a white man who used to dress like Santa does

Since then we ran amok
The World's on the verge of a third war
Who gives a damn or a fuck?
No one's politically active if the politician's corrupt
Who's a fan of what?
In a world where the answers are never answered
'Cause the phone's never picked up
We all paranoid
Over-minding our business

Sick fucks
We're just sick fucks all of us
Uh
Tryna get rich
Quick bucks all of us
Uh

This is America
This is America
This is America
This is America
Uh



Credits
Writer(s): Keishawn Norman
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