Pesto

[Verse 1]

Demanding sauce don't wanna be a pest though
Future  dense and greener than the rest though
Traded  close friends for a fanbase that's just how it go
Lonely for Native American Gambino
Spent the last year ego feeding
Turned  my body to a snack cause sex sells better
Meddle  with my past, heal wounds so medic
Put bruises on a beat, therapeutic I'm indebted
To  the music causing stirs like you're brewing something epic
And some elders don't get it, grew some enemies it's hectic
But results won't vary, my anthems be pandemic
Lot of big heads in this line of pay
But  nobody can body stages like Wayuhi when he rages
Get Mato a microphone he might relay a revolution
Fuck around a edge a blueprint
For the Redskin nuisance
3D vision to the seedy who proceed to feed my props
Gas you up when temps are hot and leave you stranded when they drop
Denominator never common with simple-noggin folk
Honor roll, I'm on a roll to commodify the quotes
Come on a join the goal
Obnoxious since a snotty-nose but conscious of the globe
Evils will box you in
Janking you of your grin
Demons will dry you out and cause a thirst for sins
I am Mick Jenkins with moccasins
Hydrated with heritage
Spawn a Renaissance with my ribs
Want the best for me and my kin
So kindly gather what you owe me, repackage it with a bow
Cause I'm spastic if I don't get the stash back from taxing my foes
Matter fact I am always that
Brimming with brash intentions but manners fat
Always tucking napkins and always ducking factions
Dudes be drooling while my loogies gaining so much traction
As I spit the passion
Yes

[Outro]
Yo yo yo
Speakers bumping, ego bruised
Reach for substance in my view
Chest is absent of a boo
Fill the void I do pursue
My youth was tough so grit I grew
Spotlight chasing, cloud views
Stuck to shine like glitter glue
Smell of success, that new perfume