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Mick Jenkins - 514 lyrics

I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent
But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherf**a
Overworked, overlooked, hella red
Tell 'em that I'm Type O for the bloods**as
Leeches, I'm 6'5" quit reachin'
n***a's only goals is the goal
Tell them Creflo Dollar motherf**as quit preachin'
I've been in the 514, my French gettin' too clean
Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'm a buy one more
n***a I've been goin' 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***a 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** they feed us?
Serve and protect, like protect your pockets and servin' subpoenas
Whole sh** a circus and they ain't even servin' us peanuts
I learned this, back when they was servin' us free lunch
System 'bout as foul as a free throw
Tell me what the f** a n***a know about a free throw
If everything that he thought stem from a remote
This is so that he know

I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent
But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherf**a
I've been in the 514, my French gettin' too clean
Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'm a buy one more
I've been in the 514, my French gettin' too clean
Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'm a buy one more
I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent
But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherf**a
On Saint Laurent like a motherf**a, I've been in the 514

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Peep the pa**ion, the thought he put in is hardly comparable
Speakin' of parabels, these days I find myself feelin' like Charles Barkley, man all you n***as is terrible
So I just tell 'em, Southside in this motherf**a, got the presence of a housefly
Everybody know I'm in this motherf**a, you can hear it when you listen
And I do it for the fan, Peter Griffin, we got no Meg
Ride good, n***a 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***a spoke
Cause a n***a broke free and all the feelings of the fickled folk f** with me
Pour a little pa**ion and put it in your hope
Grow a little jasmine and put it in your smoke
Blow a little ash, it'll take a bigger toke
Bumpin' Little Dragon, I take a drag thinkin' damn
Hope you see the symbols crashin' and a n***a 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 a** in the 514

My French gettin' too clean
Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'm a buy one more
I mean I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent
But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherf**a
Overworked, overlooked, hella red
Tell 'em that I'm Type O for the bloods**as
Leeches, I'm 6'5" quit reachin'
n***a's only goals is the goal
Tell 'em [?] low dollar, motherf**as quit preachin'

I've been in the 514 (my French gettin' too clean)
I've been in the 514 (my French gettin' too clean)
Shoutout to the 514
Shoutout to the 514 (6'5" quit reachin')

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