Oil Leak (Disrespect)

Lyrics

(I feel disrespect)
(I feel disrespect)
(I feel disrespect)
(I feel disrespect)

[Verse 1]

It surely was my legacy, I grown from the bus (I feel disrespect)
Whipping my hooptie
Know my seats would always burn from the sun (I feel disrespect)
And no, I never drive in silence
My brakes would let the block know
Fumes from the E tanks, we still on the road

Oil leaks on the block, work of art, Basquiat (I feel disrespect)
Put the hopped turnstiles in the MoMA near the rocks (I feel disrespect)
Throw this fitted on a canvas, throw my Timbs in an exhibit
Let this youngin’ get the same airtime you give Quidditch (I feel disrespect)

See a black boy, ringing red alarms to get attention
‘stead of see him at his lowest
You just throw him in detention
Then we get repressive, inventive.
You should lock up your old ideals
I feel it's the only way to build back (I feel disrespect)

Meal tapped, I ain't have no lunchables to pack (I feel disrespect)
Daily trip through the scanners, weeding out the hammers (what the f-)
He ain't wanna have it, but he need it for protection
End of day, he leave the school, he gonna wish he was arrested (I feel disrespect)
Through depression, was a killer born
Knees to the minister (I feel disrespect)
Pops with his many flaws
Hospital many calls
Monsters is in his drawer
Mindset is in a pause
Cops put it at his jaw
Locked sitting in a stall

[Hook]
Light from the ground up
— shout from the top that they doubt us
Then they gone in the morning
Follow they orders
I ain’t been one that the crowd love
Came from the dark
But it’s light from the ground up
Pause on my heartbeat
Cracks in the concrete
Hardly anemic
Harboring demons
I palm my achievements
Pain cause I came from the dark
But it’s light from the ground up (I feel disrespect)


[Verse 2]
Expensive with the fit, but we cheap with the meal pot (I feel disrespect)
frequent at McDonalds, popping brown and yellow collars
Eating McChickens in between the grass and Impalas (I feel disrespect)
Was scholar at English, in math, counting the innings (I feel disrespect)
Deep dive in the text, I discarded my image (what the f-)
I ain’t the one, you control for pennies
My life a lottery ticket and i'm gon spin it
Until the change come out to replenish (disrespect)
I’m reading Freud on my lonetime
Dreaming goals how to monetize (disrespect)
Plenty documents in my email with a dotted line (what the f-)
I ain’t wanna work with you if I ain’t your starting five
— hit you with a deal that cover their bottom line
You think I need your help just to playlist my Spotify? (you think I need your help?)
My mind is invested, redirected (I feel disrespect)
My knowledge is

Top of the class, paid it cash, in a scholarship
Rarely do acknowledge it
My roles is bottomless
Straight A’s were anonymous
But you know how hard it get

(I feel disrespect)
(I feel disrespect)
you know how hard it get
(I feel disrespect)

[Hook]
Light from the ground up
— shout from the top that they doubt us (disrespect)
Then they gone in the morning
Follow they orders
I ain’t been one that the crowd love
Came from the dark
But it’s light from the ground up
Pause on my heartbeat
Cracks in the concrete
Hardly anemic
Harboring demons
I palm my achievements
Pain cause I came from the dark
But it’s light from the ground up

[Instrumental outro]

Wait, uh, uh, ah
Wait, uh, uh, ah
Wait, uh, uh, ah
Wait, uh, uh, ah
What the f-

(beatbox)