Текст песни
No, no, can't see me
I don't wanna see them neither
Little pray I don't see us
Last time I seen him was
At the store in the spice aisle lookin' salty
I stepped out with some cold brew and a warm breeze
On my way to catch an airplane, go overseas
Childhood dreams, look down from the window seat like
Who on the boulevard be spittin' like Aas'
I got new borns and down folks givin' me daps
I got two arms, three legs kickin' these raps
All three fallin' asleep when I listen to cats
Always out of pocket like a grown kangaroo
They can't see me on a cloudy afternoon
You could catch me in some panties near you
Or sharin' fruits with a kashuk on some mutual Aas' shit
We on that other tip 'til the mothership appears
The humble hustler documentin' the feels
We lost some good ones, lost in they ways
But through these sounds, we gon' be here always
Peace
I don't know what they want from me
Can't you see I'm givin' you everything?
Mobbin' down my block with an arm full of records
Swoosh, disintegrated all my Cortez's
In my head, I hear the chorus from The Message
Especially when life is pushin' me to closer water edges
Gotta keep my boat rowin' toward the treasures
Gotta keep it goin' for the legends
Things is lookin' good as baby girl in them leggings
When you gotta do a double take to see it for a few more seconds
Always stay in tune with these blessings
Even when they in disguise, but I'm like, "They ain't gotta hide"
A nigga stock on the incline and those tryin' to deny
I'm like, "Why the fuck you lyin'?"
Always
I don't know what they want from me
Can't you see I'm givin' you everything?
Yeah, M.E.D
Some real shit goin' down, look
Came up from the bottom like air bubbles in Sprite
Day and night, live my life like the light at my clique long sided
Move silent, smooth, and allude to the ride when I rhyme
M.E.D rock the groove like a diamond
Fo'-five static for the candid
Do what's for the two-step, music for the grind and the Hugh Heff's
Cross-plannin' more ex's than mathematics
On good terms, so return sex and cooked salmon
Champion sound poundin' out the Benz wagon
Speedin', tires screamin', behind tint leanin'
Speakin' on the inner city schemin' ways
Meditatin' lightin' sage, prayin' better days
Lately, I don't trust nothin'
When you come of age, layin' low is custom
We gettin' paid, haze clouds is the only shade around
In memory of Tiny V, I always hold it down
For the O-S-D, the city yours, M.E.D
Bitch nigga