Текст песни Un-Sober Thoughts/God MC's - J Nics

Write my way to a million, Fuck it
I don't care if it takes me a million, Fuck It
First job I worked at a Publix
Met a girl the next day then I quit that shit
It's funny, that's how my life been ever since
Add kids to the mix, guess they Heaven sent
Crazy thing about it, my mind more devilish
Hellish ways can't help the things that I've seen
Remember first grade
Seen grown man split his whole brain
First time I seen that many bloodstains
Please leave me the bloodstains
Like memories of bad dreams and bad things
I'm dreamin' of Black Queens
For rap I'm a crack fiend
It make me do bad things
I need a mil in the stash clean
A crib for the fam-ily
Off the coast of the Andes

Rap my way out of poverty
Say my flow is a novelty
But it's more like anomalies
To the God Mc's
Why they call me OG
Must be cause I'm fatherly
And obviously, you niggas still need coddling
Niggas gossiping
Guess I got more students than a college team
Politicians serving policies
And real niggas more rare than apostrophe's
I've been fasting working on autophagy
The water Fiji, tell her bring offerings
For my philosophies call me Black Socrates
For my philosophies call me Black Socrates
Rap my way out of poverty
Say my flow is a novelty
But it's more like anomalies
To the God Mc's
To the GOD MC'S