Sister/NATION Testo

Drink with the apple pie with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know niggas got they own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah

I've got [censored] but she would never know
I like to hide them, so much I lose myself
That's why I'm pure to some, a psychopath to others
And grew up in counselling, flipping off my counselors
They gave me mood stabilisers but when I came off 'em I was violent Took the drugs that I wanted which didn't help with the voices
They just grew louder and louder
They called the people who'd just chatter and chatter
I juggle all my personalities

“Estoy tan harto y cansado, no puedo seguir asíendo esto ojalá pudiera rendir me pero tengo seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos”

I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
Got some D's, dropped out wanted to be Russell Simmons
Gotta keep workin', my head or in a vision
Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written
Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness
I just turn into somebody sellin' lemonade
Kiss your kiss tonight before them bitches run away

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
This for all my broke niggas, this for all them drugs, nigga
That you niggas made when I was still livin' at home, nigga
Did it on my own, nigga, grew up and I bossed out
Grew up and I bossed out, grew up and I bossed out

I see you peekin’ through bushes and tryna get secret ingredients from us
I know that you do it ‘cause you see us boomin' like C4 when you hit that detonator
Lucky lucky on the elevator
Eat my dust baby I’ll see ya later
I could always call your bluff, you already said enough
Take a risk, bitch, still sitting on your ass, waiting for a handout
Giving nothin’, put your hands down
"Ooh, yeah, this for the culture! Ooh, yeah, this important!"
Fuck off with that slang shit, fuck off with that networking
Keep ya mouth where the money at

Yellow lights on my dashboard, red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset, but all I wanna do is see you
You know that lately I don't think straight, but I don't really know what I'm doing now
'Cause everybody got me fucked up, I'm struggling while on the move now
Yellow lights on my dashboard, red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset, but all I wanna do is see you
You know that lately I don't think straight, but lately I don't know what to do now
'Cause everybody got me fucked up, I'm struggling while on the move now

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Back again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me


Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it
Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips
I look in the closet when I think about the past life
Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanna treat my bag right
Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right

I hate them quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences
I hate the separation, first thing they called me: Nigga
I fight, I got suspended
My teachers saw me hit him
So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on
I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference
Second guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble

I would walk through the halls at my own pace
Every lunch, I would flow, having no place
All the books in my bag till my bones ache
Wonder how the world would be if I had no face
If I had no heart, if I had no skin
And I was just thoughts, reminiscing the things always brushed off
Had my Father try to tell me I was just off
And when I look at the things that I've been through
And the things I survived and at what cost?
All the love in my life that I just lost
All this shit persevere to the pole vault
In the eyes of the law I'm a problem
In the eyes of blogs i'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world I'm an icon
In the eyes that I own I ain't start yet
In the eyes of the law I'm a problem
In the eyes of blogs i'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world I'm an icon
In the eyes that I own I ain't start yet
I ain't start yet

Power!
African power!
Power!
African power!

I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
I feel like all my days are coming to rubble