Publix lyrics
by Mick Jenkins
[Intro]
Uh!
Ayy
[Chorus]
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me, ayy
[Verse 1]
I be in these meetings, they be offering me bullsh*t
I be on my soapbox like that b*tch a pulpit
Tweakin’ off the fame and they be tweakin’ off these numbers
Funny how a million plays really ain’t no money
n*ggas hatin’, do I take it personally? Yeah
Mof*ckas talkin’ ‘bout a first week sale
28 days later someone droppin’, n*ggas zombies
I don’t do big features, that whole song and dance a comedy
n*ggas say they f*ck with me but won’t say it in public
Tell me “You the best,” say less, you won’t say in public
‘Member I was baggin’ sh*t up like I work for Publix
n*ggas pull up trying to split a dime and I…
[Chorus]
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up, I’m f*cked up
[Verse 2]
I don’t want no hug, both my arms out get clotheslined
On my own tangent, no f*ck about no cosign
Yeah, I heard your shoutout, n*gga, what you really want?
I already know I’m that, I don’t care who don’t
I’m just being me, my n*gga, ain’t trying to impress you
Got some coal for Christmas, mothaf*ckas know I’m pressure
Most, not the lesser
Can’t close your ledger, my credit been A1 since day one, trustworthy
Don’t know if you heard me; a b*tch got me f*cked up
Ain’t no need to worry, I check sh*t like chess, huh
Pullin’ up like Curry, gon’ get it off my chest, huh
Tell a little truth and just exaggerate the rest, huh
A b*tch got me f*cked up, I can’t go
You wanna be obtuse and acute, don’t get your angle
f*cked around, make me angry
I know that’s your aim though
n*ggas hit me tweakin’ all the time and I uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up for real
A b*tch got me f*cked up