Prosperity Lyrics - Mick Jenkins

Who's the most self conscious? 

Lately I've been lookin' at tags less 

Never leavin' store fronts bagless 

Designer rags and conversations with facists 

Mister Wilder's a myth, theMIND is a gift 

I mean, so is this gift 

No longer ashamed of my thread count 

In bed with a girl who's not ashamed of her head gown 

Still I wake up with these cold sweats 

Forever get to sleep it off 

Pray this woman fucks me soft 

Instant gratification 

I mean, now I'm impatient 

It's hard for a nigga who never had shit to have shit 

You turned into that store front, paper or plastic? 

You asked for it 

My dad says the Lord's blessings will rain down 

I pray I stay sane now 

Asking questions like, "Am I lame now?" 

Because I'm still plagued by peer pressure 

Craig says "survivor's guilt will probably still get ya" 

Time spent is still like the only real measure 

Of the four letter word 

I drip my ego in gold 

I wear that bitch like a fur 

The only protection from the coast is the moments that I rather forget 

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Big bracelets, Rollies, big faces 

Jesus pieces can't save you 

VVS is stressin' 

Best dressed, say less 

When niggas stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro) 

Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets 

Diamonds, bling and gold, all in my grill...grill... 

Spread love 

Fuck a dollar 

Fuck your lover, get some head-love 

Break bread with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs 

Cause you don't need that 

Fuck a zippy nigga feedback 

We gone where the keys at 

You see, I'm only ever lost when I ask where the trees at 

Milly rockin' through the pressure 

Middle fingers to the pessimistic 

Niggas latchin' cause they simply missed the message, listen 

All this gold I be talkin', what's it representing? 

If I ain't rockin' what I'm talking 

What I'm talkin' really 

Mostly metaphor 

Most niggas out here talkin' silly 

"We'll talk about it, Mick" 

Lot of people like to dance around a point, I couldn't even bust a waltz around it 

I've been tryna make one 

See a chance, know that I'ma take one 

Only mobbin' with my day one niggas 

Only shoppin' for like 15 minutes in a different city 

When I'm on tour 

More contemporary than a war tour, not a label whore 

I don't play with niggas 

Talkin' color palettes, seein' silhouettes 

You see me takin' pictures 

I'ma build on that 

And it don't matter, I'ma chill on that 

You can see it when you see me 

I'ma always be me 

I can keep it real like that 

Photos 

Big bracelets, Rollies, big faces 

Jesus pieces can't save you 

VVS is stressin' 

Best dressed, say less 

When niggas stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro) 

Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets 

Diamonds, bling and gold, all in my grill...grill... 

OK, the love of money root of all evil 

OK, the camel through a eye of a needle 'fore a rich man 

Before a rich man know heaven 

So I'm in this bitch, no wrist band 

Movin', dippin', dodgin' through the temptation 

I've been hasty, I be patient 

I've been maybed to be never heard from again 

So when I got the cash 

I be spendin' like we saving 

Say, "he trippin'" till you check my balance 

10 years later you can check my talents 

I done doubled up from a 2-4 from 5-10 

I never been no type of man to hide his shit beneath the dirt 

Crack a smile beneath the hurt 

You can only do that when you knew that 

All those things that you had when you was up was just stuff 

Without it it's like, Kith, its Just Us 

Who are you when no one's looking? 

Most niggas crooked, they money exposed 

It's always sunny until it's cloudy 

And then you suppose 

That that door to the boat, will still be open when you reach it 

Hope it work out like before you 

I wouldn't bet on that myself though 

Big bracelets, Rollies, big faces 

Jesus pieces can't save you 

VVS is stressin' 

Best dressed, say less 

When niggas stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro) 

Cuban links and pinkie rings and trinkets 

Diamonds, bling and gold, all in my grill...grill... 

Oh you never heard somebody say it's a different type of love? 

It is, and I'm j-, I just admitted that like, it definitely is. 

It def- def- i-i-is like, I'm not denying that, like, 

I have to say that is, it is a different type of love... 

(I told you that, 6 months ago!)