Testo Culture-ish

Oh, oh, yeah
For me and you and you and you and
For me and you and you and you and
Me and you and you and you and you
Me and you and, and, and
Me and you and you and you and you (Yo)

Supreme sold for 2 billi' Looked at my closet like, "They should split that with me"
For every collab tee sold for two-fifty
And every face adorned on it resembling me
All the resemblance made to fit in that frame
Shit, you either give us a lane or deal the aim
Son, that's the energy, automatic, but based on a Semmi
Akeem or high beam, whichever's litty
Likе either you up under a crown or you taking onе
You give me a grey bottom, I'll bet I'll make me one
Suited for it with the time to do it
Recollect on the beauty of it like Ananda Lewis
The same beauty in the allure of everything you was listening for
Back when you was first sent to the store
A growth spurt and an itch in your palm can take you in from the calm
And lead you where you should sit in that storm The crowd waiting be a big enough draw
Where if you pick up the call
The dial tone will turn into applause, for real
And they just wanna be positioned where you been
Sorta like how they turned Living Single into Friends, right?
Collage that for you to comprehend it
And make orange the new black like I was Knowledge Bennett
They said it's corner store calligraphy on how I pen it
And sneak a round of Henny in if I got time to finish, for real
Pour me another

For me and you and you and you and you
For me and you and you and
For me and you and you and you and you
Me and you and you and you and you

I was buying art, my friends was buying dope
I went and made friends with rappers that was buying both
Similar regards when a vision's in the fold
Hanging from the walls or dripping from your nose
OGs telling me to get what I was owed
Made sense of all of it, just as I'm suppose
Said to treat it like you water whipping, mixing out a bowl
And all of your desires being driven by the foam
Cooking with integrity, mirrors by the stove
Forever is forever, but we still tryna elope, right?
Live out a jungle where the Simbas pick and roll
Ever met a lion that can pen you out a poem? Yeah
Pass it down, pass it down 'til the baton's gone
God bless the family of Quawan Charles
And God bless me if I'm tripping off award tours
Knowing Muhammad is my man, so what the cost cost?
The same era that skip you until you ghost
Then fold hands for you and christen you in a post
At the same table, but listen to who they toast
So speaking of, I took my pistol with me to vote
2020 vibes, I'm at the march tryna touch the sky
But noticed that it takes a kill for us to come alive
I got friends with mothers like Breonna Barksdale
But we ain't crown Breonna Taylor 'til her heart failed
Soft eyes will help you see it better
'Cause when you all eyes, it's harder to piece together, you see it?
Black as fuck, so relating ain't an option
A Gil Scott vision and a Kenya Barris closet
A bat call away from who you play the most
A trap song away from a Fader post
Quicker than a SNKRS app crash
Round of applause if they need you that bad, real shit

(And on and on, and on and on, and on and on, yeah)
For me and you and you and you and you
For me and you and you and
For me and you and you and you and you
Me and you and you and you and for me

Open arms for the regime
Six feet away so you outta harm's reach
Close enough for you to call it how you see
Black Mirror, white bear, take a peek, right

For me and you and you and you and
For me and you and you and you and
For me and you and you and you and you
For me and you and you and you and you
You too and you too
And you too
And you too
And you too, yeah, yeah
No

This is dedicated to everybody who made it
In light of who on the side spectating
To everybody who made it
In light of who on the side spectating
Get yours
Before they get yours