Meechy Darko - The MoMA lyrics

My nigga called me last night
'round 9 he was ventin'
I said "Don't let this feelings
Get between all these millions"
He said "My nigga I feel it"
He said "That's why you the realest"
My nigga called me last night
'round 9 he was ventin'
I said "Don't let this feelings
Get between all these millions"
He said "My nigga I feel it"
He said "That's why you the realest"
I ain't prayin' for no meal
I'm ready to steal blessings
The flow switches, fuck a playbook
I go off instincts
Caskets for New Year's and
Bullets for Christmas
I forgot more shit than you ever learned
Despite concerns i'm doin' aight
Leave her dripping like when fire meets ice


I'm God body, more the diet-y type
My niggas know rock bottom
Like Dwayne Johnson i wrote this
Doin' ninety on my way to Slauson
2020, I swear there's been so many coffins
Filled with guilt
Barely do I reminisce, it give me chills
I promise y'all there is no
Metaphor for how I feel
Bottoms up, glasses fill
Life is just a battlefield
Why would I follow Roman
Calendars? I'm African
2Pacalypse confidence, notoriously arrogant
Jamaican rum
I speak in native tongue and scalp a nigga
A work of art
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's easy to turn
Self-reflective to self-destructive
And when you diss my shit
Even your rival thuggin'

I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap
Her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap
Her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
It got a couple bodies on it
Man I love the stank man I love the stank

Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story
If I fuck their mind right
Invite them to the orgy
I just call it how I see it
And my three eyes been open
Matchin' Range Rovers, Dolce Gabbana drippin'
South of France
Can't understand why they call it a beach
There ain't no sand
You familiar with weight?
We ship that, you sniff that
The truth sets you free, lies tie you down
Tour bus filled, we stacked, packed
And flied through towns black rock star
I scream loud and mosh through crowds
Head wrap like Badu style
Young nigga that could trade war
Stories with the vets
Fleezus Christ, I turn water to acid
So you know that I could work with this
The way they stitch him up
You would think Dapper Dan worked on him
Troubled kid, tried to set fire to my nursery
Gotta learn to live with regrets
Cherish the instant deeds, Detroit Red
Pain over my shoulder as I unload
All my troubles on these instruments
The final statement, I'ma leave it there

I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap
Her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap
Her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
It got a couple bodies on it
Man I love the stank man I love the stank

Yo, it's been a revolution brewing for years
Becoming human
Not a face of the movement is calm
So when assumin'
I travel many a road to arrive
At one conclusion god is not an illusion
I'm proof of the contribution
I'm father time
I'm unbothered by the sidelines
I redefine, writing, I'm Stephen Sondheim
This is genuine lightning on
A pinot noir vine
How I keep the beast frightened
Is by being more enlightened
My city trained a titan to tussle
I dance in it
Somewhere between World War I I
I and the Pandemic
My pen so anthemic, my struggle
You can't limit present it with a decision
I chose to stand in it
That's on everything to every
City and every gang we the very same
Separate is something which we became
Coping with the pain
Devils be spitting some heavy game
Keep a steady aim into the
Future and let it bang

I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap
Her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap
Her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang