Moroccan Mint

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I had to turn it up some so I can hear myself

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Yeah, every day, I'm searching to spot the zen

Not for trends, spend all my mornings sipping Moroccan mint

Night-life was weekends at jazz club with vodka sips

Plot for ends, thought my investment returns at five percent

My goal was ten, I'm just a queen from the hood

The wisdom I gained from life, I couldn't read from a book

Never break, I'm ten toes on my feet where I stood

Making plays while jump roping over strings that I pull

Yeah, uh, spoken word poetry in chill spots

My raps inspired by the flow of trees in Jill Scotts

Cocoa leaves and pills pop, vocal leads and skills rock

Barreled business pay our total fees and bills cost

Studied anthropology on top of College Hill

Switched my major when I thought that I could lock a deal

Made a lot of money but I'm living modest still

Sold so many dreams, I'm autographing dollar bills

Hard to reach your goals when the plan's missing, I had an advanced vision

That fake shit ain't my type, I'm more hand-written

Sophisticated rapping in my verses

If they wrote a book about my body language, it'd be in cursive

Nigga, my food for thought's an acquired taste, come grab a plate

Recipe as good as a grandmother that passed away

Advice from elders I was asked to take

But I take it with a grain of salt, that's how I got my fashion taste

Laws and corruption causing disruption, daughters in public

Attention that I drew, paint the art of seduction

Crawling but stumbling, walking with crutches

Brought up with struggling, had to take a bath, putting water in buckets

I never told a rap lie

I don't hang with bitches who get they personality from zodiac signs

This life ship was getting rough, I never folded, ask why

I was focused on teaching wisdom trying to grow the Black lives, nigga

Here I go again, I'm styling on 'em, I tried to told 'em

You bring me blank canvases, I'm going Jackson Pollock on 'em

A nigga done dealt with pain that's incurable with hydrocodones

And them ibuprofens, curse is generational

But I'm finna leave them cycles broken like

The chain that's on your GT Dyno block

I'm in the game, I'm making moves, but you won't see me live on Fox

I ball like Clyde the Glide and Dr. J

Pockets filled with presidential notes and documents just like a dossier

I let off verses proper like the choppers while they oscillate

War ain't getting waged at a minimum like it's modest pay

This is passion like Cristal and Alizé

These niggas crazy if they felt like they could play me like

I wasn't capable of living a shady life

But I'd rather ride in something made in the '80s

With a lady rocking some wavy Nikes

She told me it's funny you dress clean

But got ambitions of getting filthy rich

It's rare but real ones, we still exist

Just be mindful who you building with

'Cause towers fall with brittle foundations

We celebrate our wins, and we ain't living down Nathan

Good things come to those who wait, I'm still around patient

I've been living with this sickness, they infected with mild cases

Outrageous, these simpletons ain't never seen a septum

Some steps you gotta take and niggas can't cheat and skip some

If you my dawg then we can eat, ain't gotta lease to get none

I live and breathe this life, that's why I gotta preach the wisdom

And it's like that