Black Air Force (feat. Mick Jenkins)

Twenty dollars in your pocket
Hopin' nobody clocks it
Oh, oh
You might be broke, but your spirit ain't
Pants a little torn, but your heart ain't
Oh-woah

Don't let these fools freeze you up
It's you, it's you, it's you, rewind
Ayy, yeah
The floor is yours
Get the Ketel, go ahead and pour
Oh-oh
Oh-woah

Baby, they ain't you
Can't nobody fuck with you
Ain't nobody fuckin' with you
Ooh-ooh
Baby, they ain't you
Can't nobody fuck with you
Ain't nobody fuckin' with you, ooh
Ooh-ooh

If you need to shake them ghosts off
How 'bout if you take that coat off?
Oh, woah
Oh, oh, woah
Shoulders broader than the daylight
Goddamn, this is your night
Oh, woah
Oh, oh, woah

Baby, they ain't you
Can't nobody fuck with you
Ain't nobody fuckin' with you
Ooh-ooh
Baby, they ain't you
Can't nobody fuck with you
Ain't nobody fuckin' with you, ooh
Ooh-ooh

See a lot of salt in this motherfucker
But I don't see nobody sweatin'
I don't see nobody lettin' loose like the preacher's kid do
Baby, I am not nobody's reverend
Put you in the right direction
Acupuncture, give your body pointers
Holdin' up the walls, won't beat us, baby, join us
In a eight-count we can be anointed, let these vibes connect us
Look outside and say it's not infectious
Give a fuck 'bout a hawk eye
Shorty got the bounce as she walk by
Forty-seven faces with mean mug, I'm in this bitch cross-eyed
Started early, they done called offsides
Why don't you bust a move? Quit fumblin' 'round
Chris Jericho if your walls come tumblin' down
Want that raw
Don't bring cold feet, shorty, I want that thawed
Got two left feet, a nigga'll come back crunk

Got everybody in your pocket
I'm hopin' that you clocked it
Oh, oh-woah, ooh-woo
You're not broke if your spirit ain't
Pants might be torn, but your heart ain't
Ain't, ain't