Jambalaya

[Verse 1]
Man
Do it all for the grands
We getting blunt
Take my time when I travel
The flux, we tightened up
I’ll have Rosa parking Porsches in the front
We ain’t laying dormant
Used to be them ornaments
It ain’t war to us
Gotta be free
Tryna breathe
On the receiving end of the crutch
We need amends till it’s up
It’s a stunt to growth of the movement
Truer students on the clock
Knew the system always plot
You losing props when you throw them bricks through the shops
That’s on a lot of our minds
But they gone stop me with time
This been ticking
Been indicative that I’m been ripping
Taking from people I kick wit
My homie in Harvard
I’m home thinking farther
When it gets darker
The pen getting sharper
I’m Baldwin, we shocking with topics
We show em the optics
I’m catching my pocket
Under 25 in it
Derive digits
You wonder how I did it
We level up 5 rivets
It wasn’t no privilege
Got the right image of everything in my sight
Missing some intuition
Run wit my dawgs
We Mike Vicking
I go and hike to the ticket
10K

[Hook]
Man
Never knew you had to search for the truth
Uh
For higher ground, I found my roof in the booth
Uh
In the campus of life, learning the juice
Home-cooked, you miss the smells of your youth
If I fail, ain’t no bail, get a cell if you loose
I prevail for myself, plenty jails with a noose
Hotline to the crib got abused
True

[Verse 2]
Ayy
I gotta aim for the top
Infrared on the dot
Fame is a drug in the shop
The Industry slagging some socks
My munching great, I can’t stop
Taming the lunch, we in lock
Waiting for work on the toilet
It’s pungent, punching the clock
On higher levels
Rolling in it
Feel like So, he’s a bot
Imma take the time for killing beats
No co-defendant
I mold the image
I’ll be coasting in Carolina
Manifesting mo’ than independent
Hold the blemish, go with digits
Clear up features, popping zit shit
After all this spitting, go and alter the wishlist
Father top picks, heading higher
Bread been the focus
Dump the wire
Pops cooking up the Jambalaya
Made in fire
I admire gut and tryers
I feel like MacGyver
Out of nothing, we gon’ prosper
Scalper getting no dryer
We been the appliers
Uh