Wing Cleaner

Listen to my thesis
I ain’t just rappin', man, I mean this
Tryina make it happen outta rappin'
See, my words paint pictures like a E-FIT
Mind out, 'cause' you’ll find out
G, that kindness is weakness
If you grind like I grind, then it’s sleepless
I’m a terror in my era with my weed lit
Carpe diem, hard life we in
So I see the moment and I seized it
Then I caught the case, I couldn’t MJ beat it
They be actin' Stringer Bell, they ain’t even Idris
Remember I was up and down
Sleeping on the floor round Reece’s
Then I lost freedom, had my people in pieces
This lifestyle is strange like Beatrice
«No rest for the wicked», so the saying goes
I’m still weighin' Os, thinkin' 'bout my mates
Soldiers out there two and twoin' in the rain and cold
Kitties blazin' white, smackers, not a veil in sight
But that’s the way it goes
And I ain’t talkin' like I ain’t involved
But I can’t see no other way
It’s like I’m ray, my rap’s my ray of hope
It’s a col', col' world. J. Cole
All the stress I take home
I’ve been OT, no sleep
Only changed clothes, forever chasin' pesos
I be beefin' with Regina, man, even in my senior (Damn)
You won’t work for a wage
But you’d be a wing cleaner
And you do that shit for peanuts
Shit, we must be nuts
I said, you won’t work for a wage
But you’ll be a wing cleaner
And you do that shit for peanuts
Check yourself, man, you must be nuts
Man, I’ve been gettin' reloads
And I ain’t talkin' bout no wheel-ups (And I ain’t talkin' 'bout no wheel-ups)
I’m married to the game
I’m married that without no prenup
So I’m due to lose suttin'
I just hope it ain’t my freedom (I just hope it ain’t my freedom)
I said, I’m due to lose something
I just hope it ain’t my freedom (I just hope it ain’t my freedom)