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Kinfolk
Ayy, Nephew Ric, tell 'em what's good, seven This shit for my kinfolk Ayy, lil' Ric, talk to 'em for a
second, homie, do that This shit for my kinfolk (Yeah), many foes Alright, nephew This shit for my kinfolk, mini 'fros and these perms All the
soul in these words gon' have lows, don't be stirred This shit for my kinfolk (This shit, this shit, this shit) This shit for my kinfolk Pick in they afros smell like Murray's tying durags down ('Rags down) Don't be sad to say what's happening, you know you love the
sound (Okay) Don't brush against them waves (Okay), keep head caps on them braids (Okay) My relatives and cuzzos pull up, hop out, wave that thang This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk, my kinfolk) This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk) In fifth grade, I
had a
S-curl I
was convinced the
light skinned niggas could get the
best girls But I
was somewhere between milk chocolate and Maca root powder My parents dark, they far from Terrance Howard My fam' in Watts, grew up not far from Towers The
pans and pots were drums and socks were ours, we all shared No box spring, it looked like we was playing Tetris with the
mattress but they our beds .45 dreams with no Visine, we all had visions at the
time, it was all in our heads Most people want a
beach tan out on ivory sands We could all make it out if only one of us niggas grow to be Kenan Ivory Wayans This shit is for my kinfolk (Go on lil' Ric, talk to 'em) This shit for my kinfolk (If it's kids around, you responsible for 'em, ya know?) This shit for my kinfolk, many foes (You they first teacher, you feel me?) This shit for my kinfolk, mini 'fros and these perms All the
soul in these words gon' have lows, don't be stirred This shit for my kinfolk (Lil' Ric, tell 'em one more time, nephew, cuzzo) This shit for my kinfolk Pick in they afros smell like Murray's tying durags down Don't be sad to say what's happening, you know you love the
sound Don't brush against them waves, keep head caps on them braids My relatives and cuzzos pull up, hop out, wave that thang This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk, my kinfolk) This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk, my kinfolk) In ninth grade, I
had the
cornrows OG Bobby Johnson, Inglewood High, Chuck Taylors with the
Polos Even though the
Rus beef with the
Treces we was cool, you might catch me with the
cholos Wasn't riding thick, but we had the
clique, Chiz, Pimp, Jah, wasn't tryna ride solo When we left the
house, we was tryna come back like a
yo-yo, uh My hood demeanor made niggas think I'm they enemy Ain't cop that nina 'til graduated with my degree But since a
lil' tyke I
was fascinated by the
streets But still ain't never been no dummy for the
life of me Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Peter carried the
sword, what do you keep in the
holster? Pray to your Lord, that door can easily open and Peewee hop out of the
passenger side with eager motion How you niggas like in L.A. and ain't seen the
ocean? You can catch a
wave like thirty brush strokes while the
grease in the
durag Let it grow, start a
new fad, if you don't like how it grew from your roots, baby, too sad You can't love nobody if you don't love yourself This shit for my kinfolk (Niggas be out here chasing money, forget they health) This shit for my kinfolk, many foes (Haters gon' hate anyway) This shit for my kinfolk (My kinfolk, my kinfolk) This shit for In 2014, I
got locked up No handcuffs, just a
mini 'fro and some beeswax with a
rat tail propped up Ready to apply a
technique that took my wet kinks and turned it to something proper Sitting on pillows on the
floor, ran through a
couple movies, couple shows When she was done, I
was fresh to death like new clothes How the
fuck I'm s'posed to sleep, though? Shit be flat on one side, Ms. Badu, sure you right Then I
grew 'til my shit got loose, now I
twist my roots with much pride God made us strong like my kinky, nappy, greasy, happy, weavy, sappy We gladly linking like my locks, you better dread me and my kinfolk
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