Mick Jenkins - Pasta Lyrics

Huh

Ayy
All I see is impostors
Niggas postures is al dente
Rarely kick it without a sensei, just brick lay
We cut the cornerstone and scrape the excess mortar wit' a switchblade
Ain't no pretty glass houses this way, y'all got the thrift thang
All this secondhand smoke I'll pass, perpetually bitch made
Watch his second-hand coast, no dap
Niggas could me wit' the swiss cheese, gotta fill in those gaps
Don't wanna see ceilings, told niggas no cap
Don't want any fillings, I told the dentist no cap
No strap but he just as lethal
Desert Eagle through the sands of time, no feathers feeble
I weathered storms and did the pantomime, I rarely speak 'em
The power palpable
Hands talcum powdered when you greet him
We move discreetly, it would seem that niggas barely take steps
You just don't know, I'm way more lowkey, meet me on the bass clef
I can't stress
You niggas pray about it, I'm the apex

I told niggas before
I'll do a web of lies like Willem Defoe
Gotta look him in his eyes if you really wanna know
These niggas shapeshift, they make scenes
They like to act, this shit don't make sense
Playwrights, these muthaf*ckas is on stages
I'm on the 50
I got a Heisman trophy wit' me
Stiff arm in my Dickes
Rubber boots, this shit get slippery, I'm in no Bottega
A noble savage, I don't want no betas in my circle
Omega psi, I got a couple dogs that's purple
You'll never know who wit' me
Shit get thick on this side
All the growth been inside
I toss a roach and let the tints rise, I'm in my bitch ride
She whip that shit like it's a big wheel
I'm good wit' this vibe

Told niggas before
I'll do a web of lies