Wrinkles

I might get sued by Steve Lacy
But I’m gone lace this beat
Lapping shady nigguhs
Who running the game
Lazily
Freshman in this thang
But I still play in the major leagues
Though it’s more my own
If we being honest
The gaze of me
Probably cure cancer
I’m pure but more
What they hate to see
So when I leave they life
These hoes always they wanna make a scene
Fresh out of scripts
But I can flick my wrist
And see your future dreams
I’m moving scenеs
My nigguhs carry clips
They call em movie scеnes
Direct me to some money
Some knowledge or show some love to me
Ain’t always what it is
But don’t we work for what we want to be
Been wanting YOU so long
I’m unsure of what I want for me
I swear I need it all
But I got it
And that’s the irony
She use the dryer for wrinkles
But I prefer ironing
It’s wisdom my choices
And I’m rewarded in Diamond
Cubic to man made to VVS’s
Now I’m shining
Just talking bout my soul
I’m seeing the silver linings

Hook:
She use the dryer for her wrinkles
I like ironing x4

If you don’t get it
Know you will in due time
Sometimes I miss the message
Til I look up the rhymes
Now my genus is on genius
Dispelling yo thoughts previous
About this rapper from small town in Virginia
North Face and Sobiato for dinner
I enter being myself
I mean what else could I be
I’m already hot nigguh
I’m 400 Degreez
Even as a juvenile
I had a knack for painting pictures
I was 9
When I knew Jesus was black
From the scriptures
13 when I saw
We were all in this mixture
Of hate filled love
Distracted by pretty fixtures
They tell us to love each other
Then feed us the reasons not to
They fuck over one another
So this probably not about you
But you gone kill your brother
If you feel that you can’t out due
Even if he wasn’t shit
That just says something about you
To the dead homies
I’m sorry this won’t about you