Picture me, giving your girlfriend cunnilingus
Asking yourself “how they get so conscious with the country lingo?”
Asked the magic conch “is this my year?”
And they said “maybe someday”
Some rappers think they Paul McCartney
When they ain’t even Ringo
But I’m a star like Patrick
We all claiming no masters
But we all trapped in a capitalistic rat race
That shit Cataclysmic
That shit got me tryna grow my own
Blow my own glass and
Pass on swishers
Produce my own food and pass on produce sections
See I’m not fond of the rules
That’s why I’m tryna start a commune
So Hop into this I’m like way too opportunistic
Might fuck around and shoot a cop if I start poppin my pistol
I heard it’s piggy season, do y’all need a different reason?
Do y’all even need another feature when you got 3 on it?
See I ain’t tryna start beef with your homies
We can keep it between us but we both know that imma eat y’all homies
You were correct if you assume that I’m consuming human flesh
Looking around like “who’s next?”
Who want an old fashioned LGBTQ ass whoopin?
That’s right, I turn a close call straight to stone wall
I make a video replying to your hating ass comment
In turn, I go, viral
Bitch this shit is popping off for me, unironically
If you got a problem, then kindly unfollow me
Heads nodding but a lot of y’all is nodding on me
That’s why I sell pillows, I’m for real tho
Go get your merch online, because the concert is a shit show
Hop inside my mosh pit, might end up in the spirit world
Staying off Fox News, now that’ll be a miracle
When I Pull a Pulitzer, sell my lyrics on kindle
I gotta hustle for my dinner, no position cemented
But go and listen to the listeners increasing every single minute
Bitch I got data to back it up
Hustle for a couple years, but then I blew up in a month
And then it happened next month, and then it’s happened next month
(But what happened after that?) idk, bro, it hasn’t let up
Gotta hazmat up
Everybody interacted with my last video
I’m so glad I work remote
But I need to get my ass on the road
Bc
Ppl see me in the street and dap me up
But they discreetly be sleepin on me loud as fuck
They need a CPAP machine for sleep apnea
I need weed from the tree none of that packaged stuff
My songs stream completely, nobody pass me up
So much engagement it’s been feeling like I’m polyamorous
Tryna transition but don’t want it to happen in front of flashing cameras
But they won’t anoint you, if they can’t exploit you
Ain’t no such thing as a free dinner at Nobu
(Bro that’s so true)
And the pretense is that they Pre-tending they know you
They pre-vent independence cause they need to own you
So I guess I can’t have my cake and eat it too
So stay tuned, believe it, my career will be meaningful
Planting these seeds hoping that they bring freedom
Planting these seeds hoping that they bring freedom
Planting these seeds hoping that they bring freedom
Will you harvest my dreams, or will you be sleeping?
Playful, punchy solo debut from San Jose rapper Quintissential (Broken Aces, Dirty Old Men); veteran Cali beatsmith Eddou XL produces. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 10, 2022
