No Grease

Some 90's
Please
Yeah
Please
I got mouths that I got to feed
I can’t stop, they countin' on me
To make a way that’s with out
So I makes waves, that’s without no grease
I got mouths that I got to feed
I can’t stop, they countin' on me
To make a way that’s without
So I makes waves, that’s without no grease
I dropped out, I ain’t got degrees
I found out they were not for me
College might be the thing for y’all
But «College Dropout» taught me way more (Heh)
That’s '04
I sim all the time, I made up my mind, dark no more
Never could ask for any more time in those dorms
My alma mater was taught by Marshall Mathers
And Sean Professor Carter and Kanye West for starters
And Tribe Called Quest, and Common, and Nas, André 3000
Three stacks for short loop, if he ask, he’ll talk all about food and liquor
I took what I learned from the words and I filtered it through the Scriptures
I’m spittin' the heat, but literally, I didn’t have any idea
The lyrics all rhyme, so whether the line would become my career
The prose that I wrote were movin' Seoul like Korea
And make-believers, I still make it home for Sophia, Nayima
My daughters, my sons and my spouse
I’m just runnin' my name, y’all just runnin' your mouth
Never catch me cappin' in raps, I really only two places
I’m in the lab or my back, seekin' the Father my hardest
So I don’t get caught up in all the kind of drama that’s common
When you just rhymin' for dollars and tryin' to shine like medallions
That’s an impostor, that’s pocket-to-pocket all of the comments
And try to hide that they comin', forgot to honor the proverbs
For me, the only option’s to follow the Bible
Let my Provider decide how to honor my grindin'
Uh, so it’s a method to my madness
Tryna' flip a bag, get my daughters in gymnastics
Please
I got mouths that I got to feed
I can’t stop, they countin' on me
To make a way that’s without
So I makes waves, that’s without no grease