My Brother, The Wind

Crazy Nigerian wallet...
Uhh... not there
You know what I'm saying?
Gotta let go of it
Tryna both-hand grip the vip, got me parrying

Nigerian wallet made out of snake
Long face in the bank, short change
This tour would feel like forty states
Why we goin’ home? Patrol the gate
What's goin' on? I’m in the mall with the Jordan face
High as Hell

Keep the reggie, off a seventy of wedding cake

Tan Cressi' chain heavenly, the blessings came
Might stretch a bit, but never cave on the bends
Barricades, bloodstained messages I never sent

My brain left, see what's left, on the left
Etch A Sketch what I live
Shiverin', erasin' what I did

Opaque, be complacent as the wind

My brother, like Sun Ra, we all need you
Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Dark legions, what's the run-down
Lump sum's a piece of summer, the guns now

And let me hit the spliff before that bitch run out

I heard it's up to us, more than enough
I know I’m playin’ to tough crowds

Convert the data, tell that racist to whip the bus 'round
We ’bout to shake the taco truck down
Nah, I'm playin' point a couple at the buss down

I'm on La Brea sayin’

Honestly, my nigga
Don't even trip on like whether you gonna do a good job or a bad job
Or other– all that other shit, man
You just gotta– you just gotta be there, man
You just gotta pull up (Yeah)
You just gotta–
Just be present, bro, like fuck life
Oh man, am I– am I gonna fuck up for the rest– so what?
You just gotta be there
You gonna fuck up if you not
(Yup, so let me get, uh– chicken sandwich)
A'ight
Uh, can I get a, um– chicken sandwich?
And a, uh, a carne asada burrito?