No One but Me - Izzy Strange, Mick Jenkins

Low head, High Step

I believe in what I’m doing

But they ain’t convinced yet, nah

I been low, I been down

But ain’t no one but me

Gonna turn my life around, yeah

Only you can turn your life around, yeah

Only you can turn your life

(Mick Jenkins Verse 1)

And I would never give that man no fish

Teach a nigga how to catch his own

Roll a joint or we can match a zone

Hooked to the style like the jackets

I got Velcro patches on

They gonna try to rip me off

Niggas barely even on

Niggas barely went to prom

They still tryin to send me off

Nurse is tryin to send me home

She seen one too many coughs

They’ll hit you with the breaks

Like a condom

Its unexpected

Its easy to get your consciousness

Pregnant with negatives

Watch and fake the confidence

Fishing for empty compliments

They just play kind to it

They don’t see the consequences

Stop

Sleeping on the fact

That we built this nation from nothing

From cotton — that’s too much genius

Can’t stop it, that’s on my soul —

Stop

Feeding what impress us

To include a soul

Accept it

Just the presence is a blessing

And they already know

(Hook)

(Izzy Strange Verse 2)

Demons sitting on my chest

My body’s in paralysis

Pressures pushing me to depths

I ain’t ever know exist

I’m just tryin to catch my breath

All the candles blown

Can’t make another wish

All my problems I will own

And watch these walls break another fist

Whatevers falling first

I’ve been picking up the pieces

So I guess I’m well rehearsed

Well reserved

Put it in reverse

Make sure I kill it worse

Shotgun was the word

When i’m rolling in the hearse

I just want to make it to the other side of the moon

Other side of the fence, other side of the crack spoon

Are we making rent?

making due?

making friends?

Making true to who I want to be in the end?

How much time you got to spend?

I’ll be here forever

Even after they kill the trend

Even after they fill us in

Happily ever after, my friend

Every after math re-begins

Tell me where you been?

I been calling on a bunch of ghosts

Well, whoopee

There’s gold south of the burgh

So book me

You might not see the path

But you’ll see where it took me

Never did the math

Too busy playing hooky

Been trying to throw me off

But still ain’t ever shook me

Hit the mic without a cough

You ain’t playing with a rookie

Or reg bushy

One tough cookie

Just keep pushing

Like beat pussy

Each lesson is a blessing

But you already know

(hook)