JULY'22 Lyrics

Rip the stitches off my grieving heart

I still can feel the bleed on my sleeve

It's just a little fatigue

It ain't a reason to sneeze

It's Cancer season and they chemoing the breeze and the trees

I need a reason to breathe, a reprieve

My daddy vegan as he creeping on the half a century mark

Pass it when the leaves spark

Nast E. overseas but made it back for when the beat start crackin'

Bleed magic, heathen addict, relapsing when did he start?

Shit I was in the Hot Pink

Yeah, yeah, the Doja and the Cat both sticky

But shawty please no hickies

I can't fade that

She like "fuck they system"

I'm like "fuck they religion"

We like "fuck they 'pinions"

You can't say that

Shit all we wanted was a voice

And all she wanted was choice

They left her body to a vote

We can't sway that

Lot of sisters trynna stay afloat

But all the water's a void

And ain't no Roe'ing the boat

They can't Wade that

Fuck it throw out the baby and the water and the bath salts

Opioid capsules

Automatic assault

Rifles in the tower

Fireworking firepower

July Fourth forecast

Open fire lead showers

Leaving bodies on the asphalt

Shot it on a a cracked phone

I'm in the haystack looking for a reason to have hope

Pass it to the Black folk so every time we have smoke

It smells like marijuana, incense, and Palo Santo

Mosey along the gold road with my Totos

Spent the summer with grown folks thumbing through old photos

This time last year we were peering out the Volvo

Turn around another year and we clearing out the Dojo

The cheap thrills and kicky backs

The cigarill's and cigarettes

Say they DON'T gone MISSing

Oh shit is they really back?

Whole kill is they never left

The beats still really Nast

And these niggas never rest

But goddamn that nigga raps