ITIBTY (pride) Lyrics

Am I a negro cuz my shoulders sway

And jeans don't align to the waist?

Or the grueling sigh on my face's

Deceived you as sign of enrage

And creeped you out, drived other way?

That'd be true, bout tired of the race!

To make a ton

To praise the ones

Who'd make us run

For grapes and plums

And paid us none, snapped when we late

Is brainless, got half your toupee

Enslaved, it rots at the new plain

The fame had cropped, Sacagawea

How I'd came across, had to choose grace

You ain't had thought, that I too, think

Still waitin on calls back by the way

Relating to jobs that I had craved

Will they send a dashed wire saying

"It's taken" or that I'm untrained?

Cuz they give no craps I'm unpaid!

They cakin, in fact, 5 entrees

Is baking, a fat pie done, taste

Their hatred for my class on the plates

I paced forth and back kinda afraid

I've prayed I'll win bags, why's my fate

Of late fucking sad? Tidal waves

Keep breaking my rafts by the bay

Rethinking my path nowadays

Weeks sprinting by fast, hours race

And I keep drinking my tap, while my mates

Tea clinking, I lash out in shame

Cuz I've done many things you'd not expect

It's not flying or mending wings you pilots wreck

Or crimes like threatening to fight with lead

Spent time in sweaty gyms, mood dry wrists wet

From all kinds of heavy lifts, glutes, mind, hips, neck

And finally getting slim, just minus legs

But times competitive by 5 instead

Applying that energy to the drums, bells

Apps lying, my inner G fumes when one's smelt

That's why I simmer these tunes in rum, felt

And grasped by thy sinner peeps who did want help

But denied by entities who'd give 'em hell

You ain't supplying the meds, you keep booing one's fails

(Hypocrite! You fuckin hypocrite!)

But the fact is I feel I've accomplished much

What was trapped in tonsils finally launched from tongue and flung

From out the dome into the melting pot

Un-shroud the bones of views I've held in silence

And Al Capone the goofs that dwelled then jogged

When mouthes were open, food was bad, and costs got higher each day

(Y'all not even ready for this beat.)

Though it haunts me, time to mention

My own flaws, resigned from venting

But I'm damn behind, a benchman

And depress keep tryna bend rim

Don't een ask me my intentions

Hoping God seeds my direction

Growing long trees, hide the deathbed

Don't want mom seeing I'm decrepit

Though my pops keeps finding debits

Though it's costly, I'm invested

In this hobby, writing records

Chemical (gimmick, I'll), sneak rhymes (grime) in message (msg)

Damn though, doubt keeps tryna mess wit

Plan to sprout, recline wit lettuce

No more couch eatin, gotta make moves

Took more calcium, bought some A too

Look more healthy, but got a gray mood

I ain't wealthy, tryna debut

But my L's leech on my brain juice

The result bein I'm ashamed dude

And I tell peeps I'm in pain through

Disheveled speech, ground decayed too

Then their phones beep, got a message

"Later homie, all the best, kid"

Hate I show these kinds I'm desperately

Just scoping life for respite

Peeping moping snipes the respect

Leave a token by the desk then

Fee for posting my assessment

We all know through rhyme expression

It's open book, each answer different

Though it took me 10 revisions

Closer to the end of quizzing

Though it looks weak and I'm missin

Some words old me can't envision

Such as "hold me" "can we kiss"

But I feel nosy scanning women

So my nose be slammed in rhythms

Ion kno I'm locked in rn, fr

heem soon man. If you don't know bout the lingo get in tune man.

ZaydKH bruh. It's The K Age, nigga.

I'm bouta just step away