Lazarus lyrics

[Verse 1]

For thirty talents most niggas be off balance

Restore it with the writtens my hands will be all callous, in no time

Got up in this bitch but just like parking

They won't validate my shit without a cosign, can't play on both sides

He sleep with both eyes open, I be the token

Black guy in the room full of people screaming "nigga" with me

Now am I wrong if that's sitting with me?

That "fuck it, I wrote it, why hate if they quote it" shit is feeling iffy

And all this water got me feeling Misty, I making mad noise

Tell them flamethrowers I be Blastoise in your city

Dropping dope I could have dealed to Whitney

Spark the piff and then he spit epiphanies, swiftly

The aftermath is fifty-fifty, how you dealing with me

You either healing or you killing, know the weapons you wielding

No prosper, I be no doctor, naw, he much too sickly

You must believe it though, he must be Ripley

Shouts to Bozart how these buckets fitting, homie where your thinking cap at?

Know what you seeking, but I ain't preaching, a deacon of sorts

Hold your head boy they breaching your thoughts

Have your soul for a fucking Jesus piece and a Porsche

A couple years pouring up, send a peace to your corpse

We lost one...just know that I can never get that jaded

If ever a bone to pick, know I'd never be dislocated

I'm off one, burning with the sage for the good vibes

Better know you fucking with some good guys

But if you ever feel to drop sets from your hood at us

Know that in a swift moment we could be Goodfellas, it's not a game

Drop flames like Mario off the flower, cardio for an hour, these niggas ain't got no heart

I see TEN men, but stay with the amens, making better decisions like

My wisdom teeth came in

Game man, learning, if I put it in laymens terms

You worms couldn't fuck with an early bird at your best

Young Lazarus on the rise, I'm laying it down to rest, and it's free

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Single (2014)