Mag.Lo - Fook These Nickels lyrics
[Mag.Lo - Fook These Nickels lyrics]
I made this on my cellphone and
I'm not gonna mix it!
Fook these Nickels
They see me whine, sayin' oo he fickle
Leave me to brine for that juicy pickle
Nickel, you never owned you don’t deserve
This big Toblerone you can try imitate vibes
Start that for-profit clone hut
Then when yo ass blow up amnesia
You can’t own the wind if the breeze stops
Ooh no that nigga rappin' like 3pac
'Cept the gurus that I love rock knee socks
But the only trap here’s that kiosk
Or that cube if you fail to meet more people
Who don’t look like you now what we do
Sharpie compartmentalized point of view
On a small sign end up in the news
'Till the silent majority
Claims they’re minorities
And people still poor, boo hoo, boo hoo
Boo hoo guess I gotta be my SOAD shit
When I was a kid all I
Heard was the dope riffs
But the whaling became more potent
And my nonwhites called me anomaly
Now they call me spokesperson
I prefer Christopher personally
In an ideal world
I’d prefer no one defer to me
'Cause I don’t really understand fraternities
You mean community? You mean immunity?
I’m sorry
That tier of privilege is new to me
Do we have something to prove
To earn food to eat cause if so
You know the answer's most likely soon to be
Fook these Nickels
They see me whine, sayin' oo he fickle
Leave me to brine for that juicy pickle
Nickel, you never owned you don’t deserve
This big Toblerone you can try imitate vibes
Start that for-profit clone hut
Then when yo ass blow up amnesia
You can’t own the wind if the breeze stops
What are you doing? You had such potential
These chumps fiendin' for mag
Like a coke line
Reason? I sneeze on the track
With a dope line this is straight treason
How you gon New York vibe
You were supposed to be my
Window to both sides
I’m a black variation, not some scapegoat
Not some honey for your throat
For your white kids to quote
When they talking out they neck so loud
But they poolside still dippin' toes
Look we get it ass hole
Scared they might asphyxiate
Depraved from the oxygen
But they recognize the alarm like Aquagen
Possibly the problem is
All the fucking coddling
If you let the words in your mouth
Then swallow them but it’s not like that
Ya paranoid
That was just the 50s, that was just the 60s
Disco, swing, jazz, hip-hop, trap, everything
Same grift, different hat beanie
Dad cap aristocrat
Miss me with that bullshit shit is whack
I'm not gonna mix it!
Fook these Nickels
They see me whine, sayin' oo he fickle
Leave me to brine for that juicy pickle
Nickel, you never owned you don’t deserve
This big Toblerone you can try imitate vibes
Start that for-profit clone hut
Then when yo ass blow up amnesia
You can’t own the wind if the breeze stops
Ooh no that nigga rappin' like 3pac
'Cept the gurus that I love rock knee socks
But the only trap here’s that kiosk
Or that cube if you fail to meet more people
Who don’t look like you now what we do
Sharpie compartmentalized point of view
On a small sign end up in the news
'Till the silent majority
Claims they’re minorities
And people still poor, boo hoo, boo hoo
Boo hoo guess I gotta be my SOAD shit
When I was a kid all I
Heard was the dope riffs
But the whaling became more potent
And my nonwhites called me anomaly
Now they call me spokesperson
I prefer Christopher personally
In an ideal world
I’d prefer no one defer to me
'Cause I don’t really understand fraternities
You mean community? You mean immunity?
I’m sorry
That tier of privilege is new to me
Do we have something to prove
To earn food to eat cause if so
You know the answer's most likely soon to be
Fook these Nickels
They see me whine, sayin' oo he fickle
Leave me to brine for that juicy pickle
Nickel, you never owned you don’t deserve
This big Toblerone you can try imitate vibes
Start that for-profit clone hut
Then when yo ass blow up amnesia
You can’t own the wind if the breeze stops
What are you doing? You had such potential
These chumps fiendin' for mag
Like a coke line
Reason? I sneeze on the track
With a dope line this is straight treason
How you gon New York vibe
You were supposed to be my
Window to both sides
I’m a black variation, not some scapegoat
Not some honey for your throat
For your white kids to quote
When they talking out they neck so loud
But they poolside still dippin' toes
Look we get it ass hole
Scared they might asphyxiate
Depraved from the oxygen
But they recognize the alarm like Aquagen
Possibly the problem is
All the fucking coddling
If you let the words in your mouth
Then swallow them but it’s not like that
Ya paranoid
That was just the 50s, that was just the 60s
Disco, swing, jazz, hip-hop, trap, everything
Same grift, different hat beanie
Dad cap aristocrat
Miss me with that bullshit shit is whack