Microphone checka
Supreme neck protector
Roll it up, light it up
You can keep the liquor
Killa Kali Killa, uces call me Kilikina
Don't try and call me China, I'm pura Filipina
Ain't got no European in my blood, I'm a rebel
Shout out the city, all my people
All the kinfolk, still living out a rental
Still bumping Nickatina
All up in the Fillmoe, shout to Equipto
Reporting from your timeline
Mortgage rates are too high
The City's in a doom loop
The Chronicle's on standby
This journalist is too real
This emcee getting too high
My tolerance is up there
But not for wise guys
My attitude is too strong
My lie detector too right
Should probably own a gun now yhat evеrything's a gun fight
So what the fuck we marched for?
Wе living in a rogue state
We living in the Twilight
They want me as a handmaid
For Izzy and Kahlil
I would kill for my fam’s sake
I put a fuckin hit out
All it takes is a handshake
For Izzy and Kahlil
I would kill for my fam’s sake
I put a fuckin hit out
All it takes is a handshake
I got some life lessons
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some wise words
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some life lessons
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some wise words
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
Dropping bodies
Why you worried ‘bout my body count?
Got my nina I’m protected
Put it in your mouth
Thought I was just a freak
Got a sadistic streak
Make your knees get weak
Like I’m SWV
I lock and load
I broke the mold
How’d that old saying go?
Fuck all the rigamarole
Like when I’m in control
Like when I drive the boat
Like when I bust it open
Then I get back to scrollin’
City girl lives in Oakland
Always smokin’
Sagi, we always joking
Fire, we always stoking
Trauma we always copin’
Reason I’m always tokin’
Like Erykah Badu
Gotta keep the cipher going
I got some life lessons
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some wise words
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some life lessons
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some wise words
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
Purple, Jimi
Journal, entry, hmmm
Hurt ‘em, gently?
Don’t tempt me
I left impressions on everybody who met me
And kept it friendly, suppressing whatever in me
But stopped pretending I wasn’t smelling the envy
The car ain’t broken, it’s only running on empty
Hear me out, from the Bay to the Sound
I stated simply, I am not fully healed, Noli Me Tangere
I hope that changes though
But if I’m being honest, it sort of makes the flow
They say that wearing too much armor
Can make you slow
Say the right things, they still hate you though
It make you go, out your fucking mind and dissociated
It’s no wonder we so blind or we opiated
Tried to meditate it, tried to medicate it
And all that baggage felt like heavy weighted levitation
Here raising kids, raising hell, rock a stage
Since I was Geologic and Rocky was EyeASage
Why you bring up old shit, guess it’s just my age
Wise words spoken from your uncle dropping game
Just sayin’ we not the same
I got some life lessons
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some wise words
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some life lessons
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
I got some wise words
You can take ‘em or leave ‘em
