Nenjah Nycist, Brain Rapp - If I Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
For all my real niggaz
Fuck a vegan bitch, I'm 'bout this chicken
When opinions turn facts that's when I stop listening
You can read a scripture for every bar I've written
I did DMT and low key it enhanced my vision
It's the Last Of Us and truthfully this shit is clicking
While they shooting up that white horse, Red Dead Redemption
That was some bars for the gamers that they never mention
Nerds from the hood that watch anime and still push yo shit in, uh
Back when it was snowy, me and my dog no TinTin
Homie fuck with that wet but nah he couldn't glisten
His crib was always melancholy, he'd get trapped by the tension
Holes in the wall, mentally caged he was fenced in
Infinite peace and wisdom, I'll forever wish him but now
It's real swords every time we fencing
A thin line between love and hate is like inches
You ain't a boss if you ain't got no henchmen my nigga
I send them gift cards for they fam around Christmas
Honest, I need a Giannis, big bucks my only interest
A black Rurouni Kenshin, gotdamn yo did I mention
I'm nice, ya diamonds phony like me around my dad's wife
I was probably a crack pipe in my fucking past life
They left money on the table, I watched and got the bag right
Back when I used to snatch bikes I was illin'
If I sold my soul then, I would've made a million
If I sold my soul now, I could make a billion
If I sold my soul tomorrow, I could make a trillion but I'm chillen
You know the vibes
The fucked up thing about is
You can't practice living
The path I've driven
Make you Crash like Activision
Lacked a vision in my past
Future like a NASA mission
Shooting for the stars
Til I'm ghost like apparition
I'm no mathematician
I know some algebra
Do the numbers
See green like algae bruh
If I can solve x I can get the y
Drawing lines between the dots
We're connected by
Til the day I leave this vessel
Kiss my flesh goodbye
I'll be coming in the spot
Looking extra fly
Even as an old head
The more I wrinkle
The more I'm seasoned
The more I sprinkle
The better life tastes
Coming out of left field
Has put me in the right place
At the right time
My mind state's a nice space
Well designed
Written in my favorite typeface
You're sniffing white paste
Must be huffing glue
Sharpies stuck into
Your nostrils, nah chill
This is nothing new
Just a little more comfortable
In my own skin
Watching close friends
Hang careers up like clothespins
I'ma that motherfucker
With his eyes open
Til the curtain falls down
And the walls close in
Damn

Yeah, yeah
For all my real niggaz
Fuck a vegan bitch, I'm 'bout this chicken
When opinions turn facts that's when I stop listening
You can read a scripture for every bar I've written
I did DMT and low key it enhanced my vision
It's the Last Of Us and truthfully this shit is clicking
While they shooting up that white horse, Red Dead Redemption
That was some bars for the gamers that they never mention
Nerds from the hood that watch anime and still push yo shit in, uh
Back when it was snowy, me and my dog no TinTin
Homie fuck with that wet but nah he couldn't glisten
His crib was always melancholy, he'd get trapped by the tension
Holes in the wall, mentally caged he was fenced in
Infinite peace and wisdom, I'll forever wish him but now
It's real swords every time we fencing
A thin line between love and hate is like inches
You ain't a boss if you ain't got no henchmen my nigga
I send them gift cards for they fam around Christmas
Honest, I need a Giannis, big bucks my only interest
A black Rurouni Kenshin, gotdamn yo did I mention
I'm nice, ya diamonds phony like me around my dad's wife
I was probably a crack pipe in my fucking past life
They left money on the table, I watched and got the bag right
Back when I used to snatch bikes I was illin'
If I sold my soul then, I would've made a million
If I sold my soul now, I could make a billion
If I sold my soul tomorrow, I could make a trillion but I'm chillen
You know the vibes
The fucked up thing about is
You can't practice living
The path I've driven
Make you Crash like Activision
Lacked a vision in my past
Future like a NASA mission
Shooting for the stars
Til I'm ghost like apparition
I'm no mathematician
I know some algebra
Do the numbers
See green like algae bruh
If I can solve x I can get the y
Drawing lines between the dots
We're connected by
Til the day I leave this vessel
Kiss my flesh goodbye
I'll be coming in the spot
Looking extra fly
Even as an old head
The more I wrinkle
The more I'm seasoned
The more I sprinkle
The better life tastes
Coming out of left field
Has put me in the right place
At the right time
My mind state's a nice space
Well designed
Written in my favorite typeface
You're sniffing white paste
Must be huffing glue
Sharpies stuck into
Your nostrils, nah chill
This is nothing new
Just a little more comfortable
In my own skin
Watching close friends
Hang careers up like clothespins
I'ma that motherfucker
With his eyes open
Til the curtain falls down
And the walls close in
Damn