Suede Uppers

Goin' up like
That’s how you separate the motherfuckin'
Y’all know the rest
Look
What we put in these pages makes the game love us
I maintain in my proper form just like I drain jumpers
When I’m pennin', I’m taking extra care like suede uppers made in the beige
color
I’m making sure every line is secure like a base jumper
Im shifting your perception of what’s hot like th wave runners
Imagine if thy took Kanye from us
Imagine if they took all pain from us
Like how they take our brothers away from us
With state numbers longer than federal case numbers
I dont write bars i paint colors
Tryna get up out the hood feel like i started maze runner
We are from a place where people felt like they just can’t love us
Niggas hate you from the age of little leagues and skate covers
Crabs in the barrel ain’t scared to pass and offend you
They say they’ll tap in and hear you but if you rap then they scared to
But fuck it I ain’t fearful, give me truth even if it means that ill get a
earful
Lyrically I’ll turn you to the walking dead
Like Morgan I might fuck around and clear you
Stand for something or niggas might volunteer you just be careful
Keep energy protected, cuz suckers they be near you
I ain’t saying I’m a killer but dont push I’m prepared to look
Every time i write I’m on some gold standard shit
Cuz ive was on the bench for too long, no load management
And help scratching this, felt locked up like I was Kaepernick
Even though I have mastered this I’m not who niggas really want static with
This moment’s beautiful its capturless if you captured it
Rock air ones and 327s that’s cheques and balances
And that’s law no government will grant you shit
This year I’m leaving the game infected like a pathogen
Who matching him, they be searching for a similarity
For three hundred and sixty five years after they bury me
Fuck hearing me you should feel me where your spirit be
I’m extraordinarily me its apparent these rappers parodies
It’ll never be a pair of these i shot my first cover in some sixes like a pair
of threes
Every line butter like a
Mitchi beats give me home field avantage
Shit i just go and get my paracletes and get to jotting
They say you dig your own grave you get to plotting
On kings and queens of our caliber my team’s the livest
These niggas know that they can’t stop it
Look
It’ll always be the class
We writing on that plane
Until that motherfucker crash
And every time i spit
They say that motherfucker spazzed
I’m leaving beats ripped
Just like some motherfucking abs
(It's a workout)