Barcelona - Mick Jenkins

Look, straight up and down, I never did the crooked

They offered twenty, I’m worth more, I told my nigga, «Book it»

Praise God my position isn’t make or break it

I just wanted to spend the weekend in Spain

I meant it nice, don’t give a fuck about how niggas took it

Awkward stares, like what the fuck you lookin' at?

And that’s all over the world

I’m no nigga with dreams of bustin' all over your girl

That’s belittling, bigger schemes, we been scribblin', notice it’s plural

Dividends tricklin' three ways due to the penmanship

I do shows in my leisure and all these sinks is residual

Pop out occasional for the sake of relationships

Sanitize after handshakes and treat the weed like it’s Ritalin

Tryna give you a visual

Fuck all this censorship man, niggas too sensitive

If yo comfort ain’t pivoting you ain’t listenin' right

Granny praying for it, she say we ain’t Christian-ing right

Even water can’t save mixin' dark with the light

Corner the art with the business, no beauty mark, but my point is These niggas

runnin' with scissors and headed straight for the plug

Mogul talkin' business movin' at the pace of a slug

Left a trail, had to bail, knew his heart wasn’t in it

How you up, banger, then catch Parkinson’s with it?

I mean…

Lot of y’all hear that line and gon' know it well

I be on my show and prove, not my show-and-tell

Then the whole defense about it be so Colin Powell

I was speedin', had to slow it down

Off the fertilizer, nigga growin' now

I mean, enterprisin', been compartmentalizin' all my shit

A tornado flew around my room before you came, I straightened it

Right before yo eyes you see my stains, see me basically

Pickin' up the pieces