Mick Jenkins - Like MacGyver lyrics

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Mick Jenkins - Like MacGyver lyrics

[Chorus: Alex Wiley & Azizi Gibson] I'm so f**in' sick and tired I get in and out the jam like MacGyver Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor Don't ask me b**h, I'm not your supervisor We don't give a f**, yeah you s**, that sh** ain't enough You will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up We cannot be touched, what's the fuss we so merciless Yeah you think you hot, n***a (what?) [Verse 1: Azizi Gibson] Man you different, a n***a needs his distance (get away) Yeah he was cool before now you lookin' like some b**hes Yeah it's just me and my dog and we lookin' like Tintin I get in a world of science boutta open a dimension God damn 'Cause you idolize hoes, with your eyes closed, elevation set the low How the f** we get here, bust a nut in your left ear so you know why we came here Yup, hard gotta make my name here, boutta change the name of all the damn reindeer Have a holiday boutta celebrate every year No fighting games but you know your boy top tier Ooh, for the rush Sorry fool I don't give a f** (I don't give a f**) Who are you if you don't know us It's [?] trust [Chorus: Alex Wiley & Azizi Gibson] I'm so f**in' sick and tired I get in and out the jam like MacGyver Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor Don't ask me b**h, I'm not your supervisor We don't give a f**, yeah you s**, that sh** ain't enough You will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up We cannot be touched, what's the fuss we so merciless You think you hot, n***a (what?) [Verse 2: Alex Wiley] Rollin' a blunt on the highway Oh did I mention it's my strain I ain't got time for the mind games Givin' me brain like a migraine You can look but you can't find me You n***as never define me I knew that I had it since 9 [?] It was your time and your times change I lace up my boots and then I excel, might as well Servin' that sh** to my clientele, might as well We all a product of try and fail I got the dope it's a fire sale I hit the booth and leave fire trails I got that sh** that make iron melt Tryna get Richie is Lionel Rollin' my [?] and f** how you feel I'm from Chicago it's been a drill I got some n***as still in the field, like it's NFL Yo new sh** sound like a Benadryl Yo girl hit me like, when we finna chill? She kinda annoying, I hit it still They said I would fail but I didn't still And now I'm caught up in a whirlwind Go to sleep and wonder where the world went If they on the path then I encourage them We just out here young and f**in' flourishing Never been too proud to be American But I guess it suits me 'cause I'm arrogant Take your knee out like you Nancy Kerrigan Gave a f** before, I never care again, never care again [Chorus: Alex Wiley & Azizi Gibson] I'm so f**in' sick and tired I get in and out the jam like MacGyver Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor Don't ask me b**h, I'm not your supervisor We don't give a f**, yeah you s**, that sh** ain't enough You will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up We cannot be touched, what's the fuss we so merciless You think you hot, n***a (what?) [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] Aye, Y'all so f**ing woke, still coppin' dimes Boy, I know that you don't want no smoke No nine for real Crack a seal we can take it slow, take a smoke Ain't no deuces n***a, this an invitational They k**in' n***as and they appetite is insatiable We build up like Mason's do Penny brick and mortar, plenty Rick and Morty references I know my dick is shorter in a parallel universe where little dicks are more attractive than skin is important I'm more proactive when things start to get bumpy anyway They lump me in with conscious rappers, but I'm so much more than a preacher Writer, teacher, learn to see the real Don't fall into the feature film trappin' Know that n***as will act regardless, I'm hardly heartless, the pa**ion is hardy and you're up steppin' like Harden Flippin' through chapters of pa**port papers, boarding charter boats and altered suits or author quotes like "Drink more water," you should try it Nothing in this world like it, word to Keke Wyatt [Chorus: Alex Wiley & Azizi Gibson] I'm so f**in' sick and tired I get in and out the jam like MacGyver Yeah that chopper turn a fitted to a visor Don't ask me b**h, I'm not your supervisor We don't give a f**, yeah you s**, that sh** ain't enough You will waste your nut and we clutch finna pull up We cannot be touched, what's the fuss we so merciless You think you hot, n***a (what?)