Skegee

See the storm (Yeah, yeah, uh)

Over there (Yeah, yeah, uh)

Here it comes through (Check, dog)

Take a chance, have faith my lad

You got all the same tools all the greats have had

Two eyes, two ears, one mouth, two hands

You can watch, listen more than you speak

Take advantage, you peep

All the karma that come with makin' the cream

The crop, full of demons providin' you what you need

They got, what's your thing, alcohol or the lean

Put the coke inside the weed, them **** seasonin' the greens

Rap game turn from the slingers to the fiends

But I'm in between, ya mean?

I ain't pickin' teams but I had dream like King

Fuckin' on a dis pretty lil' bit-, Queen I mean

Point me to the cheese, **** talkin' cream

Park the car, I'm 'bout to part the seas

And move a mountain for money

Nothin' keepin' me from gettin' to you, gettin' to me, Marvin G, Tammy T

But get ya eyes cleaned for somethin' you have never not, not seen

Uh, check

Take a chance have faith my lad

You got all the same tools all the greats have had

Maybe lesser than that

Way back when I was puttin' on my football hat

This institution came recruitin', lil' route for the stats

They sat me in a room with my dad

And it was cool but when they left I was glad

And my pops was too, he said, "That's good ass parentin'"

Reminded 'bout that place that did them **** experiments

On them black people, share croppers down in Alabama

Damn, it's not that far from Atlanta

It was the 1930s and they did them black folk dirty because a tan

A man was not a man, ****, yo granny was a grand

A scam into the plan to go recruit a group of stupid ****

And shoot 'em up with Syphilis instead of shoot kill 'em

That's stupid different

The lengths that y'all trip to catch a **** slippin' and for what?

'Cause we look different

Look, take a chance, have faith, you in last place

Take a stand but don't take the stand for your man's sake

Just a dad tryna put sum ham on the damn plate

I'll be damned, I don't feed the fam, **** (Damn straight)

Elbow rubs and handshakes from hands that tied ropes on necks in red states

Another dead black ass man, I need a damn break

They never gave us a chance, I had to take it

I need all da payments, for everyday we suffered all the hatred

I want my granny to shoot hands with Nancy Reagan

I want emancipation, standin' naked on the auction with my dick out hangin' for reparations

No matter how much I say it, they ain't hearin' my voice

'Cause as long as them crackers payin' you ain't much of a choice

And you could shoot a million Jays, you'll prolly never be Jordan

**** ran for a million yards, you still forty acres short

See the storm

Over there

Here it comes