My Brother, The Wind

Crazy Nigeria wallet And I'm not here You know what I'm sayin'? Gotta let it go Tryna both-hand grip the whip, got me parrying Nigerian wallet made out of snake Long face in the bank, short change This tour would feel like forty states Why we goin' home, patrol the gate What's goin' on, I'm in the mall with the Jordan face High as Hell Keep the reggie, off a seventy of wedding cake Tan Cressi' chain heavenly, the blessings came Might stretch a bit, but never cave on the bends Barricades, bloodstained messages I never sent My brain left, see what's left, on the left Etch A Sketch what I live Shiverin', erasin' what I did Opaque, be complacent as the wind My brother, like Sun Ra, we all need you Godspeed You! Black Emperor Dark legions, what's the run-down Lump sum's a piece of summer, guns now And let me hit the spliff before that bitch run out I heard it's up to us, more than enough I know I'm playin' to tough crowds Convert the data 'til our races can whip the bus 'round We 'bout to shake the taco truck down Nah, I'm playin' point a couple at the buss down I'm on La Brea sayin' Honestly, my nigga Don't even trip on like whether you gon' do a good job or a bad job Or other- all that other shit, man You just gotta- you just gotta be there, man You just gotta pull up (yeah) You just gotta- Just be present, bro, like f*ck life Oh man, am I- am I gonna f*ck up for the rest- so what? You just gotta be there, man You gon' f*ck up if you not (Yup, so let me get, uh, chicken sandwich) Aight Uh, can I get a, um, chicken sandwich And a, uh, a carne asada burrito