| Reading Sufi |
| Say, «Time is money,» coining Rumi |
| Didn’t invent it, just paid attention and listened to what Umi said |
| Shine your light, bags are bags no matter if they Tumi brand |
| Judgements on me, they wondering if I’m a «eat the coochie» fan |
| All because I choose to style in sneakers and some baggy pants |
| Used to make me aggy, wanna black out like the Aggie fans |
| I suffer from anxiety |
| Doctors probably tired of me |
| Tryna meditate to calm my heart, it’s racing like a ambulance |
| So I ain’t got no answers, you can believe what you choose |
| I’m tryna focus on sleeping at night without waking up panicking |
| Steph lost her father, I’m tryna be here for my friends and them |
| Mees lost her father, I’m tryna be here for my friends and them |
| Free my spirit so I ain’t looking in the mirror seeing Candyman |
| Though I right hook, kick, push, fight through life like Ms. Hanigan |
| Either you Annie or you Annikan |
| You gon' shine or fade to black as a result of all your damages |
| I learned life like bike rides, we gotta handle it |
| Visits with my Auntie, my uncle ashes on the mantelpiece |
| Her tears never stop, it’s like the cycles on a rinse repeat |
| I’m cut from that cloth, so everyday’s a mental cleaning spree |
| Navigating through this business, tryna find some decency |
| But you only wonder if I eat coochie or like some dick in me |
| Y’all need to read Dick Gregory, bitches |
| Yeah |
| Okay, damn, damn, damn |
| Ain’t gon' let y’all even trigger me, huh, bam, bam, bam |
| Days I do I’m sure to bounce back though, sham, sham, sham |
| God forgive me when I fall short, tryna stand, stand stand, tall |
| Uh, damn, damn, damn |
| I ain’t gon' let y’all even trigger me, yeah, bam, bam, bam |
| Days I do I’m sure to bounce back though, sham, sham, sham |
| God forgive me when I fall short, tryna stand, stand stand, tall |
| Now tell the truth |