Postpostpartum

Don't you know?

I had my arms open

Soak it all in

Postpostpartum

Let's go hard

Yeah, we all in

Don't you know?

I had my arms open, yeah

Soak it all in

I was postpartum

But please, don't guard him

Pardon me for yawnin'

Nigga, we all in

I was just talkin' jargon

We was posted on the wall

While our seed was wylin'

Word, word

Nigga, we all in, please know

(Check it, yeah)

I was hurtin' from birthin' niggas

Shit, got into my mental, yeah

All these little lowercase t's

On instrumentals

Oh, please, just go be gentle, yeah

Drawing from my stencils, uh

Seein' all the itty-bitty knees, all about to tremble

But see, why am I salty, yeah?

Shit, I should be honored, yeah

But now they runnin' laps around me

See, that's the problem you see

I'm just doin' my thing

But then they profiting like bees to a pollen

Now see, you see my problem

And you look around and they look just like, like you

(To you it's knee deep)

(To him, it's chin high)

(Fear is intertwined)

(But the cards that were dealt? Well, never mind)

(You gon need way more than some boots for all this)

You birthin' niggas

(Way more than a tool for all to fix so)

Nigga, you birthin' niggas

(So follow suit and them sins they gon follow you)

(You cast a way darker shade than your peers)

(And that's gon follow you)

(Further from the Sun, so, from father to the son)

(Part of it is done, but it's hardly just begun)

I'd rather burn at the stake than boil in a pot

But you gotta pull em from the roots when you pull the plug, uncle Lelo taught

It's been a blessing just to see you grow

But soon as you seen red

I should've seen red

Shit, you already know, tried every angle

Turned over every, turned every stone, shit, but one more to go

But please, it just turned to my season

All falls down to your feet

Nigga Geronimo

I had my arms to the sea but now they gotta close

And you look around and they look just like, like you

(Soak it all in, you gotta go)

(You birthin' niggas)

Soak it all in, you gotta go (nigga, you birthin' niggas)

I ain't trying to be God or Dr. Frank

Oh nah, no no