The MoMA

My nigga called me last night, 'round nine, he was ventin'
I said, "don't let this feelings get between all these millions"
He said, "my nigga, I feel it"
He said, "that's why you the realest"
My nigga called me last night, 'round nine, he was ventin'
I said, "don't let this feelings get between all these millions"
He said, "my nigga, I feel it"
He said, "that's why you the realest"

I ain't prayin' for no meal, I'm learning to steal blessings
The flow switches, fuck a playbook, I go off instincts
Caskets for New Years and bullets for Christmas
I forgot more shit than you ever learned
Despite concerns, I'm doin' aight
Leave her drippin' like when fire meets ice
I'm god body, more than die if you touch
My niggas know rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson
I wrote this doin' ninety on my way to Slauson
2020, I swear there's been so many coffins filled with guilt
Barely do I reminisce, it give me chills
I promise, y'all there is no metaphor for how I feel
Bottoms up, glasses filled
Life is just a battlefield
Why would I follow Roman calendars, I'm African
Tupacalypse confidants, notoriously I regard Jamaican rum
I speak in native tongue, coward, nigga
A work of art, it's like my mom gave birth to the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
Hazy turn from self-reflective to self-destructive
And when you diss my shit, even your rival thuggin'

I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
It got a couple bodies on it
Man, I love the stank
Man, I love the stank

Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story
If I fuck their mind right, invite them to the orgy
It's call it how I see it, and my three eyes been open
Matchin' Range Rovers, Dolce Gabbana drippin'
South of France can't understand why they call it a beach
There ain't no sand
You familiar with weight? We ship that, you sniff that
Truth sets you free, lies tie you down
Tour bus filled, we stack packs and fly through towns
Black rockstar, I scream loud and mosh through crowds
Head wrap like Badu style
Young nigga that could trade war stories with the vets
Jesus Christ, I turn water to acid
So you know that I could work with this
The way they stitch him up, you would think Dapper Dan worked on him
Trouble kid, tried to set fire to my nursery
Gotta learn to live with regrets
Cherish these incidents, Detroit real, K over my shoulder
As I unload all my troubles on these instruments
The final statement, I'ma leave it there

I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
It got a couple bodies on it
Man, I love the stank
Man, I love the stank

Yo, it's been a revolution brewing for years
Becoming human, now the face of the movement is calm
So unassumin' I travel many a road to arrive
At one conclusion, God is not an illusion
I'm proof of the contribution
I'm father time, I'm unbothered by the sidelines
I redefine writing, I'm Stephen Sondheim
This is genuine lightning on a pinot noir vine
How I keep the beast frightened is by being more enlightened
My city trained a titan to tussle, I dance in it
Somewhere between World War III and the pandemic
My pen so anthemic, my struggle, you can't limit, present it
With a decision, I chose to stand in it
That's on everything, to every city and every gang, we the very same
Separate is something which we became
Coping with the pain, devils be spitting some heavy game
Keep a steady aim, into the future, and let it bang

I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang

This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
Whips and chains, they talkin' S&M
On my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang, I might just let it bang