Twist My Hair

[Chorus]
Baby you can twist my hair
Just don’t forget to pick it out
And if you get caught over there
Don’t forget what you about
I know that you might be scared
I know you might be filled with doubt
So baby you can twist my hair
Just don’t forget to pick it out

[Verse 1]
Burdened with these heavy hearts
Life depends on us moving lightly
Not afraid, we commemorate ya family on that white tee
Immortal pictures
Portraits painted so beautifully
My niggas kill God
He get too his name damn close to me
Sunlight getting all caught up in these coils
This shea oil got a nigga feeling royal
Crown twisted in my negro hair
Blooming right out of my scalp
Weeds stretching for the sun
I'ma need you to pick 'em out
And plant flowers on it
Likе a ceremonial tomb
Still get my haircut by grandma insidе of her living room
It's like that
Things on my mind and you can tell
Like that one summer when you asked if that boy, he was doin' well
He got lightning in his eyes
Let’s hope he keeps his heart intact
'Cause when you reaching for the sky
Your thunder might get clapped
It’s not fair
We doing’ this 'cause we care
But if he come around here
We separate that garden right from underneath of his

[Chorus]
Baby you can twist my hair
Just don’t forget to pick it out (yeah)
And if you get caught over there (yeah)
Don’t forget what you about
I know that you might be scared
I know you might be filled with doubt
So baby you can twist my hair
Just don’t forget to pick it out

[Verse 2]
Bald spots appear from the crown's weight
And where it formed inside the rim
Memories as red black green jewels adorn
Worn with a tilt, paying homage to those that walked before
But now we jump and now we sing
And now we fly and how we mourn
How we praise and how we dance
Movements got me feeling weightless
My crying face so ugly
I’ll pull it out for this occasion
Never cared if you gon' play this
I know everybody say this
But I’m the only nigga crying
Even though he know he is the greatest
So fuck y'all
You should hear the praises that my grandpa sings
I’m curious why that chalk outline ain’t include lil niggas wings
In the audience around my shoulder, the camera gon' peer
To a boy thinking what this would sound like if he had his homie here
I'm thinking what it would sound like if I had mines here too
Kinda crazy, shit don’t phase me really like it used to
It’s the summer
So you roll through and lemme know what the scene is
Might just pull up
Beads in braids clicking, looking like ’98 Venus

[Chorus]
Baby you can twist my hair (I still can’t believe it)
Just don’t forget to pick it out (They took him for no reason)
And if you get caught over there
Don’t forget what you about
I know that you might be scared
I know you might be filled with doubt
So baby you can twist my hair
Just don’t forget to pick it out

[Verse 3]
Just do the shit fam, pull the trigger
We'll make it out
Shit, how you figure?
Don’t know bout you
But now my nigga's pot to piss in 'bout to get a whole lot bigger
Niggas in my family tree hang on me or hang from me
Dangerously dangling, strangling
Reppin' that gang and 'em
Only way to dismantle the pain in 'em
Guess it works
Yeah, yeah
I guess it hurts
Not accepting this shit vocally
Grandma stay clutching that rosary
She praying, Allah watching over me
He respond, a face so stoically
Said no mask so they know it's me
So much pain, his eyes became poetry
Nigga taught to defend his land
His niggas flocked when my nigga ran
And as they plot to extend they hand
My nigga had a change of plans
Nigga said his nigga died
Neck and wrist accessorized
Jewelry glisten gon' blind ya eyes
You not gon' see when my nigga cries
Though his homie laid their slain
He made a genre to speak his pain
His arms extended just like the pendant
That's connected to his chain
Between ya legs sitting on the floor
Hear the tales, to her it’s lore
Beretta slanted like barrettes on the baby girl
That we think that we doing this for
In her...hair