Kinfolk (feat. Nephew Ric)

(Ay Nephew Ric, tell 'em what's good seven)

This shit for my Kinfolk (Ay, Lil Ric, talk to 'em for sec, homie, do that)

This shit for my Kinfolk

Many foes (Alright, nephew)

This shit for my Kinfolk

Mini 'fros and these perms

All this soul in these words

Gon' have lows, don't be stirred

This shit for my Kinfolk (This shit, this shit, this shit)

This shit for my Kinfolk

Pickin' they afros, smell like Murray's, tying durags down (Okay)

Don't be saddened, say what's happening, you know you love the sound (Okay)

Don't brush against them waves (Okay), keep head caps on them braids (Okay)

My relatives and cuzzos pull up, hop out, wave that thang

This shit for my Kinfolk (My Kinfolk, my Kinfolk)

This shit for my Kinfolk (My Kinfolk)

In fifth grade, I had a S-curl

I was convinced the light skin ****'ll get the best girls

But I was somewhere between milk chocolate and Maca root powder

My parents dark, they far from Terrence Howard

My fam in Watts grew up not far from Towers

The pans and pots were drum and socks were ours, we all shared

No box spring, it look like we was playin' Tetris with the mattress, but they our beds

Four five dreams with no Visine, we all had visions, at the time, it was all in our heads

Most people wanna beach tan out on ivory sands

We can all make it out, if only one of us **** grow to be Kenan Ivory Wayans

This shit is for my Kinfolk (Gon' Lil Ric, talk to 'em)

This shit fo my Kinfolk (If it's kids around, you responsible for 'em, ya know)

This shit fo my Kinfolk

Many foes (You they first teacher, ya feel me)

This shit fo my Kinfolk

Mini 'fros and these perms

All this soul in these words

Gon' have lows, don't be stirred

This shit fo my Kinfolk (Lil Ric, tell 'em one mo time nephew cuzzo)

This shit fo my Kinfolk

Pickin' they afros, smell like Murray's, tying durags down

Don't be saddened, say what's happening, you know you love the sound

Don't brush against them waves, keep head caps on them braids

My relatives and cuzzos pull up, hop out, wave that thang

This shit for my Kinfolk (My Kinfolk, my Kinfolk)

This shit for my Kinfolk (My Kinfolk, my Kinfolk)

In ninth grade, I had the cornrows

OG Bobby Johnson

Inglewood High, Chuck Taylors with the Polo's

Even though the Ru's beef with the Trece's, we was cool, you might catch me with the cholos

Wasn't riding thick, but we had the clique, Chiz, Pimp, Jah, wasn't tryna ride solo

When we left the house, we was tryna come back like a Yo-Yo

Uh, my hood demeanor made **** think I'm they enemy

Ain't cop that Nina till graduated wit my degree

But since a lil tike, I was fascinated by the streets

But still ain't never been no dummy for the life of me

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Peter carry the sword, what do you keep in the holster'

Pray to your lord that door can easily open, and Peewee hop out the passenger side with eager motion

How you **** live in L.A. and ain't seen the ocean?

You can catch a wave like thirty brush strokes while the grease in the durag

Let it grow, start a new fad, if you don't like how it grew from ya roots, baby, too sad

(You can't love nobody, if you don't love yo self)

This shit fo my Kinfolk (**** be out here chasing money, forget they health)

This shit fo my Kinfolk

Many foes (Haters gon' hate anyway)

This shit fo my Kinfolk (My Kinfolk, My Kinfolk)

This shit fo

In 2014, I got locked up

No handcuffs, just a mini 'fro and some beeswax with a rat tail propped up

Ready to apply a technique that took my wet kink and turned it to somethin' proper

Sittin' on pillows on the floor, ran through a couple movies, couple shows

When she was done, I was fresh to death like new clothes

How the fuck I'm s'posed to sleep though?

Shit be flat on one side

Ms. Badu, show you right

Then I grew till my shit got loose, now I twist my roots wit much pride

God made us strong like my kinky nappy

Greasy, happy, weavy, sappy

We be gladly linkin' like my locs

You better dread me and my Kinfolk