Genres keep us in our boxes
Keep us from our commas
Keep us niggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a nigga springboard, let a god's wings burn
If I can't play the Beacon, then I'mma bring the Mossblerd
I been sleeping standing, transfiguration
Pull up on these white folks
Park Slope abandoned
Used to hate my body
They tried to kill my spirit
I ain't air the club out, but my brother did it
He did twelve in county
Might as well be Quentin, bred in Hidden Valley
I just seen his son out, mixing beats on Insta
He don't know no better, he just getting f*cked up by these
Genres keep us in our boxes
Keep us all from commas
Keep us niggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a nigga springboard, let a god's wings burn
If I can't play the Beacon, I'mma bring the Mossblerd