Grenade Theory lyrics

[Intro]

Chicago

Chicago

Chicago

The streets of Chicago

They are waging war on the streets of Chicago

[Intro 2: TheMind]

Body on the corner

Mental like Warren Buffet

Gotta think about something before I lose it

Cause his hands on the queen

She call a nigga king cause she know it's coming

My flesh is tainted cause world painted

My nigga say this just the world, ain't it?

It's all about to blow

(Said "we about to blow")

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]

We be, raw with it from the veggies to the truth

To utensils for botanical pursuits, we off the herbal essence

Head and shoulders let you know I learned some lessons

'Bout the flakes, and the snakes, and the people that just cannot pump the brakes

Ye told me "drive slow"

I'm from Chicago

I'm innately expectin' a couple potholes

This common practice

It's common sense to lack of access's and common accents

We want the progress but subtract the practice

We loathe the process and we lack the passion

That's just the world, ain't it?

You love it, but it kill you

That's like a bag of Crunchy Kurls, ain't it?

Arguing with your girl when ya'll can't agree how the world's painted

Car maintenance, there's been a flood in the attic

It's made it's way from the basement

I waded way too deep in it

I think it filled all the spaces that was empty, in me

Seeing is so simply, blesses come in plenty

Do it all for less than pennies, I will

[Hook: TheMIND]

Oooooh

(We about to blow)

200 miles an hour

I ride this bitch until the wheels fall off

They using fear as power

I'm not afraid, she told me "Come a little closer"

Everybody get's scared sometimes

She's leaning to the left right now

I'm starting to regret right now

Now, now

Movin' this fast, but even if I crash

I was drivin' this bitch

At least I was just drivin' this bitch

At least "I" drivin' this bitch crazy

Drivin' this bitch crazy

(We about to blow)

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]

Why so many do it for the gold?

Why so many fold like a crease

Why my niggas do it for the hoes?

Why my niggas die in the streets?

Some say that's the way it goes

I can't go for that kind of defeat

I move accordingly

Put it on my soul like a burden

Shit feel like a boulder

Say they want some more of me

I'm in that

Just touched down back in town

Where you been at?

Granny know I'm rapping say my life is full of sinnin'

Like hers ain't, like yours ain't

Got an understanding of the word in the worst way

Why I can't play around with the wordplay?

All up in their minds they been waitin' around third base, in that

Say you ready for a revolution, where you been at?

Thought that you was mobbin'

Where your niggas, where your men at?

Sound like you been lyin' for a minute, nigga

We about to blow

Nigga, we about to blow

Just to let you know, it was always 'bout the growth

Nigga, we about to blow

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Sip! (2016)