Pride, Pt.1 lyrics

(Yeah, yeah yeah-yeah)
(Ayt)

Never smashed a cig to look cool n*gga I'm stressed
Ashed by accident on my jeans
I'm in a mess
Plagued like the tricks of a trade you didn't get
I’m suave like when you mix class with a finesse
I’m an enigma
Carry my discretion like a stigma
Knowing that the pigs ain't f*cking with my pigment
And I can't do no time because time is just a figment of imagination
Innovation’s bast*rd child so I’m filing for emancipation
And just before I start balling like a cancer patient
I need to start making better choices like a cancer patient
(Wait, something like)
Ah-ah-ah
I need a few views
Something like the YouTube
Posted like an owl, off the trees
With the "whose-whose"
We not no new dudes
Just those "wish-you-knew-dudes"
To tell the truth-truth dude
We on point like voodoo

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)