Roots Picnic Freestyle lyrics

Hattie's turnin' a hundred If she would've transitioned 'fore I cleared my name, I would've hunted them Every one of them playin' these silly games That 1-800 ambulance chaser would've wish one came, but 911 is a joke Public enemy number one, I've been ranked The rock's not crumblin', the leprechauns have magically run out of pranks Your son on a federal jail line mumblin' somethin' about havin' too much in his drink You know how dumb that is? Another one fumbled his, wonder how I get the blame? Niggas' teeth is tumblin' out their mouth and somehow I'm the one who done it, there's a murder mystery game You had the cash cow and thunk it What, you will pump test? I'm the one who strum the pain That hill you can die on, is way too much flack that comes from those plains I'm killin' them softly, what's understood don't need to be explained You want it one way, it's the other I still own you suckers, I'll Marlo you niggas, gang I ain't much for meetings, no how Cancel the brunches, I remember the hunger pain The price of the bricks goin' up It's gon' cost you a B to even say my name You ever heard of a wunderkind? My children is some of them, have you niggas no shame? Y'all tryin' to get under skin I really get under skin, ask Un how I'm playin' Y'all thugs with y'all thumbs again Everybody think they're the ones insane You're no maniac, watch how sane he act in my presence, niggas shrink I need a new therapist This shit is not workin', I'm truly on the brink Y'all better not encourage 'em, y'all don't want me to think these thoughts that I think That nut-ass nigga still stutterin' That Chatty Patty down on his luck again Quest introduced me to Jaguar, I don't know why I still fuck with him You was wonderin' why I ain't do the freestyle rehearsal? That lady back on the stuff, she sound like she in love with him Her Ken can't even p— take they kids, enough of them A rapper can't be my opp, I got MAGA republicans Them shots came from the very top of the government, good luck with them I'm governed by God, you tried to break the covenant I reigned for forty days, my neck get flooded again Wrist get flooded again My net worth went up again My next update, the jig is up Nigga, I'm up ten Wrong chart, champ, you gotta look up again Niggas look up to Hov, I never looked up to them Them crackers got your publishin', gangster, go talk tough to them Don't talk success to me, you niggas is workers In perpetuities, how your contracts is worded Don't make me go f— man The Roots remember, even when the trees pretend Not too much on my name Don't forget who I am Hattie loves her shawnies, S-H-A-W-N I find it adorable she put the S at the end You don't know the show ain't even begin I said you don't know the show ain't even begin