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mick jenkins - 514 lyrics

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[verse 1: mick jenkins]
i ain’t talkin’ yves saint laurent
but i’m been on saint laurent like a motherf-cka
overworked, overlooked, h-lla red
tell ’em that i’m type o for the bloodsuckas
leeches
i’m 6’5″ quit reachin’
n-gga’s only goal is the gold, tell them creflo dollar motherf-ckas quit preachin’
i’ve been in the 514, my french gettin’ too clean
customs is routine, eatin’ h-lla poutine, i think i’ma buy one more
n-gga, i’ve been going through it as of late
lot of people talk what they think that they would have did
like the cta i keep my patience
i ain’t in it for the jp morgan chase, i’m a nice guy
n-gga do this look like last place, i’m on priceline
searchin’ for a flight to montreal
me and jerry on saint laurent
i just want a little freedom; don’t we all? don’t we all
just, get a little tired of the bullsh-t they feed us?
serve and protect, like protect your pockets and servin’ subpoenas
whole sh-t a circus and they ain’t even serving us peanuts
i learned this, back when they was serving us free lunch
system ’bout as foul as a free throw
tell me what the f-ck a n-gga know about a free thought
if everything that he thought stem from a remote
this is so that he know

[hook]
i ain’t talking yves saint laurent
but i’ve been on saint laurent like a mothaf-cka
i’ve been in the 514, my french getting too clean
customs is routine, eating h-lla poutine, i think i’ma buy one more
i’ve been in the 514, my french getting too clean
customs is routine, eating h-lla poutine, i think i’ma buy one more
i ain’t talking yves saint laurent
but i’ve been on saint laurent like a motherf-cka
on saint laurent like a motherf-cka
i’ve been in the 514

[verse 2]
peep the p-ssion, the thought he put in is hardly comparable
speaking of parables, these days i find myself feeling like charles barkley; man, all you n-ggas is terrible
so i just tell ’em, southside in this mothaf-cka, got the presence of a housefly
everybody know i’m in this mothaf-cka, you can hear it when you listen
and i do it for the fam; peter griffin, we got no meg
ride good, n-gga no pegs
free nation rebels, you need more lead, homie get your weight up
you know who i pray to when i wake up, no weapon formed,
you don’t get spared cause you less informed
i’m on my square cause we in a box, burners be like cinder blocks
box sampled finna chop, door push it in the cold
you could feel it when a n-gga spoke
cause a n-gga broke freeing all the feelings of the fickle folk
f-ck with me, pour a little p-ssion and put it in your hope
grow a little jasmine and put it in your smoke
blow a little ash, hit and take a bigger toke
bumping little dragon, i take a drag thinking d-mn
hope you see the simba crashing and a n-gga note
hope you see the symbols, hope you stacy dash
hope you think quick fast when the trigger stroke
hope you think quick fast, catch my -ss in the 514

[hook]
my french getting too clean
customs is routine, eating h-lla poutine, i think i’ma buy one more
i mean i ain’t talking yves saint laurent
but i’ve been on saint laurent like a motherf-cka
overworked, overlooked, h-lla rare
tell ’em that i’m type o for the bloodsuckas
leeches, i’m 6’5″ quit reachin’
n-gga’s only goals is the gold
tell ’em creflo dollar, mothaf-ckas quit preachin’

[outro]
i’ve been in the 514 (my french getting too clean)
i’ve been in the 514 (my french getting too clean)
shoutout to the 514
shoutout to the 514 (6’5″ quit reachin’)

- mick jenkins lyrics

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