Squeeze 1st 2 Video (MV)

Ay, ay, mic check, one, two, ay, ay
Ay, amen, ay, turn the music up
Yeah, uh
(You hear the horns) yeah, Crooklyn
They only gettin' bitter, we only gettin' better (Mick Jenkins)
Soul, yo, amen (not too much fighting)
The best rapper alive or not
Was laced by the greats
I just had to tie the knot, uh(ay, it's a warning, stupid)
Turn me up, turn me up, yo, yo

Minnesota warned me they'd want a war
But actually they forfeiting
Like they wardrobe for half of the week
Still eating rappers like chicken quesadillas
With extra cheese and pico de gallo
Thinking they fire, but they easily mild
Check the score, you're just a tourist, you ain't really wild (ay)
I made a hundred thou' then freaked it like a black and mild
Made another hundred thou' and then I blew it
Like a performance from Miles with a horn in his mouth, I do it
I was born with this style it's unfortunate how
They put a pro-choice in question like abortion is now
(Niggas aren't worried about no beef)
(We just put that f*cking shit in pasta)

Thou shalt not f*ck with raw me
Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke
(Niggas don't walk where you talk) yo
I said thou shalt not f*ck with raw me
Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke
(I don't see you walk too much
(Definitely hear you talk too much) you know?

Ayo, ayo, yo
(See the kung-fu)
Ayo, Paul, ay, ay, ay, ay, roll me up one of them hot ones, man
With that, with that real fronto, man, yeah
None of them, none-, I don't want-
I don't want none of them vegan joints, you feel me?
(Not too, while y'all bark too much)
Crooklyn one of my favorite movies
Now me and Crooklyn be makin' movies
Spike, please do the right thing, don't sue me
(I guess that's why these probably talk so much)
Still fightin' the good fight
(Got too much chicken and business shit when we come through)
(What the f*ck is junk food, nigga) still fightin' the good fight
(You niggas, you niggas suck)

Read the autobiography of Malcolm X as a Christian
Started questionin' in the Reverend like, "This nigga trippin'"
Gettin' still, it's still a cross I'm carryin'
My uncle a senior bishop, my god mom an apostle, I'm Solo, ho
The prophet, it's in my heritage
To church, you go to pray in it
Shit, the work is on the outside
Hip-hop songs off, all my brothers on the front line
If this resonate with you, I'm invitin' you to combine
With me 'til our multiplicity is big enough to blow 'em up with one bomb
Why you think we always in some bond?
'Cause they don't want us to combine

(They can't f*ck with niggas, this is hip hop)
Which is why thou shalt not f*ck with raw me
Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke
(True to this, not new to this, niggas say I'm cool with this) yo
I said thou shalt not f*ck with raw me
Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke