Kinfolk Lyrics

(That's right I'll make us perfect)

(All my people stand up)

(We on that time)

Yeah who got the block hot my seminal shit made me crazy

Cooking up like black aunties be whipping gravy

Feel I got these flows streaming in like I'm on percies

Might slap a pussy ass nigga and make that shit look sexy

How you pull up to a nigga crib uninvited

Then complain about a love being so unrequited

Shouting matches with a wall because I move in silence

Using fighting words

Please don't make me violent

I'm two mother's son they raised me different

Alcohol chokehold my father's generation

If my mamas taught me anything that would be patience

So I try not let the liquor ruin our relation

I'll crash yo car like a cymbal girl

Coz you ain't gonna play like I'm simple girl

Man I see through your lies

Every single time a nigga looks in those eyes

And I don't smoke no more

Sure I miss the taste of feeling like a reprobate

But my quality of life has soared

I'm reaching new heights

And I'm opening doors

And for that I should thank you

I thought I should be grateful for the compromise

But now I know thats its the standard procedure

When you find someone to love that is also a teacher

I grew up around love

I've seen my daddy lose enough to know that he has it tough

I lost my mothers two he lost his partners in crime

The women meant to guide his children through life

Take a second breathe it in

Feel the earth and the rain falling down on your skin

And when you finally begin

Remember all we got is our kin

Listen this the type of shit I'd play for my baby mom

While our kid sleeping peacefully between her arms

She gon have that shit on straight out of the beauty salon

Straight 10 of 10 she got that melanin tint

You don't know daughters name I guess we can't be homies

Means I don't trust you like I do the ones who know me

Mean the niggas who still call me by pet name

My chosen family ride or die hall of fame

New hope

I'm still dreaming

Get your mind right

I stay scheming

I walk around with my shoelace loose in case I ever need a tight knit noose

to tie my belt loop

This for the ones who need their reparations

For relations love lost over tested patience

Gaslit like a furnace on a winter's day

Cooked you up like a fresh plate of confit