Peg Cuffs & Pocket Tees lyrics

[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]

Peg cuff the denim so the socks showing

Nigga 'bout to

Flood 'em with the flow

I rock those

Loafers as smooth as

Butter with the toast

Let me paint the scene

Organic papers we don't taint the green

Fleeting conversations couple niggas getting quaint with queens

Couple sinners with a saints regime

Do this while their collective is clueless

More concerned with the beef

And the salad that make you Caesar

We on the lookout for Brutus

The FREE is always awake

A trait related to Buddhas

Couldn't pimp us for no silver

I ain't related to Judas

Never kiss and tell

Throwing pennies in the wishing well

Screaming "Free my niggas!"

Hope it get you well quicker

Hope it do like granny saltines and ginger ale nigga

Ooh

They be like "Who?"

I be like "Nigga, i thought you knew!"

And just like that my nigga

Just like your neck

I'll be like "Nigga, I'm at your crew!"

Fuck is you gon' do

I'm too cold

And damn near Manute Bol

When I maneuver through the blocks

I'm talking writers block and 63rd

[Hook]

Southside repper

Granny was a stepper

I've been used to moving through it with no effort

Tell my peoples we riding

And we rolling

And we vibing

Niggas got Sachs like Goldman

On that BS like Rodman

All my peoples is rolling

And they screaming out

Fuck with me famo!

Fuck with me famo!

Fuck with me famo!

Fuck with me famo!

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]

Tucked the pocket tee

That's just to show some class

Lamb leather belts

Keep the Selvedge denim off my ass

Momma taught me well

Cos we been taught to fail

But we been on the grind

Get a whiff of that coffee smell

Ain't seen the phoenix sun, we barkley still

Get with it in the paint

Thoughts get smokey but its vivid with the dank

Put you pinkies in the air for that swank shit

Put them motherfuckers high

Tell your haters they ain't shit

Like no school

Gotta have some logic before you start with the pro tools

We no fools

Since Biggie wrote them 10 coke rules

My spirit been Goku'd

And lyrics just super sayings

Hope you play 'em

Recite 'em and tell your peoples

We put the pressure on pussies

That's out here flexing they Kegel

We Buick through all the bullshit

No disrespecting my Regal

I don't care about your taste

Fuck around and catch a cup of ginger ale in your face

Then i walk away clean

You locked in boxes and i free you

My team

Check the regime

[Hook]

Southside repper

Granny was a stepper

I've been used to moving through it with no effort

Tell my peoples we riding

And we rolling

And we vibing

Niggas got Sachs like Goldman

On that BS like Rodman

All my peoples is rolling

And they screaming out

Fuck with me famo!

Fuck with me famo!

Fuck with me famo!

Fuck with me famo!

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Trees & Truths (2013)