C Is For Crow
(Yo yo yo)
Fuck all yo feelings my nigga I'm feeling mine
Sucked in this ratio of suffering over time
Put over-time in every day, still get hit wit the layoff
Black nigga speak his mind, don't ever just seem to pay off
Less it's over wax
And even then, barely facts
Labels taking policies out on you this shit more than tax
I ain't goin to see no shows just to get a autograph
Got no fake idols, I been idealizing my mental health
Flock wit the crows, don't be surprised
When you find yo'self in a hell of yo own creation
Inter-scopin' down ya hopes through contractual obligations
Raise a toast, for niggas too tired to raise they babies
In the land of opportunity, ain't no chance card for community
I stomp
I do my dance for Unity, I hit that oowwee yeah I just do me
And you could do you, that shit go smooth
I got 2 cups
One got that clear, one got that juicy
That's my smoothie, go and turn yo' loose leaf
Fuck all yo feelings my nigga I'm feelin mine
Stuck in this prism I'm faced with some shit that can't be real
Trip on myself I keep throwin' out them banana peels
Sick of synthetic we tryna give that organic feel
Fuck all yo feelings my nigga I'm feeling mine
Sucked in this ratio of suffering over time
Put over-time in every day, still get hit wit the layoff
Black nigga speak his mind, don't ever just seem to pay off
Less it's over wax
And even then, barely facts
Labels taking policies out on you this shit more than tax
I ain't goin to see no shows just to get a autograph
Got no fake idols, I been idealizing my mental health
Flock wit the crows, don't be surprised
When you find yo'self in a hell of yo own creation
Inter-scopin' down ya hopes through contractual obligations
Raise a toast, for niggas too tired to raise they babies
In the land of opportunity, ain't no chance card for community
I stomp
I do my dance for Unity, I hit that oowwee yeah I just do me
And you could do you, that shit go smooth
I got 2 cups
One got that clear, one got that juicy
That's my smoothie, go and turn yo' loose leaf
Fuck all yo feelings my nigga I'm feelin mine
Stuck in this prism I'm faced with some shit that can't be real
Trip on myself I keep throwin' out them banana peels
Sick of synthetic we tryna give that organic feel
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Conte
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