The MoMA
Meechy Darko
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My nigga called me last night, 'round nine, he was ventin' I said, "don't let this feelings get between all these millions" He said, "my nigga, I feel it" He said, "that's why you the realest" My nigga called me last night, 'round nine, he was ventin' I said, "don't let this feelings get between all these millions" He said, "my nigga, I feel it" He said, "that's why you the realest" I ain't prayin' for no meal, I'm learning to steal blessings The flow switches, f*ck a playbook, I go off instincts Caskets for New Years and bullets for Christmas I forgot more shit than you ever learned Despite concerns, I'm doin' aight Leave her drippin' like when fire meets ice I'm god body, more than die if you touch My niggas know rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson I wrote this doin' ninety on my way to Slauson 2020, I swear there's been so many coffins filled with guilt Barely do I reminisce, it give me chills I promise, y'all there is no metaphor for how I feel Bottoms up, glasses filled Life is just a battlefield Why would I follow Roman calendars, I'm African Tupacalypse confidants, notoriously I regard Jamaican rum I speak in native tongue, coward, nigga A work of art, it's like my mom gave birth to the MoMA It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA Hazy turn from self-reflective to self-destructive And when you diss my shit, even your rival thuggin' I can tell that you want my life This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I can tell that you want my life This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I might just let it bang I might just let it bang It got a couple bodies on it Man, I love the stank Man, I love the stank Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story If I f*ck their mind right, invite them to the orgy It's call it how I see it, and my three eyes been open Matchin' Range Rovers, Dolce Gabbana drippin' South of France can't understand why they call it a beach There ain't no sand You familiar with weight? We ship that, you sniff that Truth sets you free, lies tie you down Tour bus filled, we stack packs and fly through towns Black rockstar, I scream loud and mosh through crowds Head wrap like Badu style Young nigga that could trade war stories with the vets Jesus Christ, I turn water to acid So you know that I could work with this The way they stitch him up, you would think Dapper Dan worked on him Trouble kid, tried to set fire to my nursery Gotta learn to live with regrets Cherish these incidents, Detroit real, K over my shoulder As I unload all my troubles on these instruments The final statement, I'ma leave it there I can tell that you want my life This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I can tell that you want my life This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I might just let it bang I might just let it bang It got a couple bodies on it Man, I love the stank Man, I love the stank Yo, it's been a revolution brewing for years Becoming human, now the face of the movement is calm So unassumin' I travel many a road to arrive At one conclusion, God is not an illusion I'm proof of the contribution I'm father time, I'm unbothered by the sidelines I redefine writing, I'm Stephen Sondheim This is genuine lightning on a pinot noir vine How I keep the beast frightened is by being more enlightened My city trained a titan to tussle, I dance in it Somewhere between World War III and the pandemic My pen so anthemic, my struggle, you can't limit, present it With a decision, I chose to stand in it That's on everything, to every city and every gang, we the very same Separate is something which we became Coping with the pain, devils be spitting some heavy game Keep a steady aim, into the future, and let it bang I can tell that you want my life This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I can tell that you want my life This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips and chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang This just a regular thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny Whips and chains, they talkin' S&M On my hip, I might just let it bang I might just let it bang, I might just let it bang I might just let it bang, I might just let it bang
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Written by: Alex Goose, Bridget Perez, Demetri Simms, Eric Hagstrom, Kevin Martin, Oladipo Omishore, Tariq Trotter, Tony Martin, Vicky Farewell
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