Ham Sandwich (USA) - I'LL ADMIT lyrics

They know it takes two
But they never wanna tango with him
Get wrapped up and shipped out
You try to tangle with him
Cuz it's Bermuda to any nigga try anglin him
Left him so holy you'd think he
Had an angel with him

And he'd better had an angel with him
Or for the rest of time
He gettin angel visions face down
Floating freshwater with the angelfishes
So many bars in my notepad
It's a paper prison

I see em writing bout metal they never held
That's paper clippin
I write about shit I'd never tell to anybody
Cuz you don't know mе, and trust me
I done saw a lot of shit
When wе was going through the times
We ain't had any money
There's truth in every line
But I'll admit it varies
See I usually dial it back
If shit is gettin scary
I was reciting lines the other
Day into a mirror had to call a priest
I fucked around and summoned bloody mary

There's truth in every line
But I'll admit it varies
Cuz I gotta add some humor to
The shit that I carry
And I gotta plant a new flower
For everything that I bury
And I gotta stay lookin sharp
For the woman I'll marry

But lately I been so focused on
The grind that my teeth hurt
And I can feel the pain
Every time I spit each verse
Each word, reaching out to the bleachers
Cuz my knees hurt
But I still got enough left in
Me to get to each serve

Sitting eastward, 5AM watching the sunrise
Hoping one day
That I can look into my son's eyes
And tell him it was worth it
All the sleepless nights writing verses
All the demon fights and the curses

First thing I'mma do is buy my momma a Birkin
To make up for all the money
I took out of her purses
And get my dad a new space to work in
Cuz my parents have put well over
A century of work in and seen no return
But that's the risk you take
And they adopted me knowing full
Well it's a shitty shake
See most black orphans never see
The light of day
They just kinda fade into the
Concrete of the cityscape

How many black babies been aborted cuz
They parents couldn't afford it
It's an epidemic, I'm not finna lie
I got survivor's guilt
I find the will to move on
Feeling pressured to be a success story
So the lives of the next
Generation can be less gory i'm tryna build

Something I can leave behind
And keep em out of the field
Conviction, laid between each rhyme

The haters don't get my appeal
But I know they see me climb
And my people see me feel
And they wanna see me shine

And I think it's about time
We start moving from porches to porcelain
Pockets full of corpses gettin corpulent
Tryna live to see the metamorphosis
Of this career
Ignite the fire and I'm torchin it
One hand on the wheel, and I'm flooring it
With a bad bitch in passenger
Built like Lilith and Morrigan
At the same time
See she's sorta thick but also sorta thin
Taking dubs
Where all these other niggas only sorta win
I look down the field and
Know I'm sure to win

Money flowing like water how it's pouring in
But I seen mad niggas
Parched for the parchment, paper chasing
And draining energy till there's
Nothing more to give
I seen too many ghost towns, like Oregon

It's like these niggas wanna see
You on the floor again
They'd sooner send us all back
To hunting and foraging
Then let a single crab out the bucket
So I'm ignoring em

There's truth in every line
But I'll admit it varies
So I don't sweat the details
Long as the message carries yeah