Nominated - Hit-Boy, Dom Kennedy

Please desire me, desire me, des-

Let your eyes feel what you-

Please desire me, desire me, des-

Let your eyes feel what you-

Brought in the guillotine

Niggas thought they ended me

You believe that

Nigga you’ll believe anything

Believe it when you see it

Hit the block and I bleed it

One on one with my demons

And the score still even

Took two aleve

Think I had too much to drink

These boys dropping like eaves

Shit I did it with ease

You get it?

They eavesdropping

Me?

I’m just ease topping

Sport got the beat bopping

Really we locked in

Eating on this track, that’s rap caviar

Promised my little sister one day that we would have it all

Uh, now look at my wrist

My shit be freezed, damn

Nah bitch these beats ain’t free

For your free stash

Filled with joy, young black boy

Back and I’m bubbling like a can of LaCroix

This ain’t the song to go number one on your iTunes

This a song for survival

I’m praying for my rivals

I’m praying for my rivals

And that’s no joke man

Niggas think they fucking with me

They on coke man

Run me my advance shit

This industry will make you wanna take something

Fuck around, break something

Roll a wood face something

Looking at these beachfronts

Probably hit Miami

Used to shop at the alley

Now we back at the Grammy’s

Saw Nipsey at staples

He told me he had some tables

All money, yeah a party

I told him that I’ma call him

But if I recall it right, I went in to work

It broke my heart when they laid the homie in the dirt

I had a dream last night and you was in it

I was feeling remorse, I think that’s why you visited

To remind me we made a classic, they gotta play it

Woke up to the news, racks in the middle we nominated

That’s my first nomination as an artist, too

2020, level

It ain’t been nothing like this since EPMD

Watch out for the crossover

Give me space I can’t breathe

If this payed for, y’all RICO

Plus I’ma Leo, Burberry my street clothes

Black lives matter it’s all facts

I got the black nine with me I’m 'bout to blast

Like it’s New Year’s Eve in the hood

I can’t picture myself leaving for good

I love the way these barbecues smells too much

These politicians keep on failing us

My head to the sky, everyday I’ma strive

To make my grandmother proud of a soldier

Hit in a Rover I play Minnesota

Colorado know Im finna cook up

Another sixteen that’s hitting like drugs

I’m tryna help niggas own they pub

They just wanna frost, play the local club

It’s hard the judge when you from the mud

Somewhere between patient and being in a rush

Eating free lunch that’s how real it was

This shit spiritual

All the years we spent on burnside

Printing T-shirts and all that

Love