6AM Matinee lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]

I had a quarter in my pocket

Three day bus pass and some patience

Two-three bussdowns hit the house phone

While my momma sleep

[Chorus]

I promise, we was on this fly shit early

We was on the thrift shit early

We respected women early

Had to learn a few things

[Verse 1]

We was dodging bullets early

And I knew the law from early

And the strap was on me early

I was the first one with Girbauds

I was in class with all my foes

So I cut class like twice a week

But I knew Jesus since a youngin'

I was never on my own

I had the knowledge on me early

I knew violence from an early age

I knew dollars couldn't save me

Way more focused on the pearly gates

I pearl a blunt, we perforate

Y'all perpetrate, more purposeful

More personal

This ain’t for your purchasing

Momma popped the Prednisone

Stress was on our pressure points

Pandering to pantomimes

Fuck all the semantics

Me and my bottomline won't stand in line

I’ve been hip

Y’all been stiffs

And I’ve been peeped

And I’ve been dipped

[Pre-Chorus]

Unzip and smoke the quarter in my pocket

Three day bus pass and some patience

Two-three bussdowns hit the house phone

While my momma sleep

[Chorus]

I promise, we was on this fly shit early

We was on the thrift shit early

We respected women early

Had to learn a few things

The early bird gets the worm

These niggas still sleeping

The early bird gets the worm

These niggas still sleep

I promise, we was on that fly shit early

We was on the thrift shit early

We respected women early

Had to learn a few things

The early bird gets the worm

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]

Been stuck in the basement like the fusebox

Getting it off my chest, so tube top

Like, I’m more tube sock

Coming after your achilles

You’ll eventually feel me

No more Heelies for you

Just back to the floor and ceilings for views

Got em feeling abused

Don't feature me on your record or I’m stealing a few

I write a feature presentation on your shit

With a matchstick you’ll get the award for best supporting actress

Withstanding heat i’ll hold that water like a cactus

Y’all niggas average

Tending burns in the mirror rubbing aloe vera online

You suberbad in real life

You Michael Cera, all that McLovin

All that dick hugging these niggas do

No kung, these niggas fu

Its pitiful, not Mr. T, we don’t pity fools

Just get at you

Bless your crew, turn many to few

Now what the fuck you really wanna do?

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Or More, The Frustation (2018)