Drowning (Outro)

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Bakari Kennedy

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I'm pretty sure I'm my mother's best Disappointment
The options that I chose rarely gave her the
Most rejoicing
Regrets from all the prayers and slumbers
Passed with anointment
The banquets where I rose was transforming
The court appointments
A felony arrest, and addiction to smoking Weed
The Princeton's scholar bread to evading the Real degree
The caps I manifested was thrown into Casualties
The night I was arrested, the moment Establishing
See she concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success
Only long to follow heart, find my purpose, Have no regrets
It's a mother's path to save a child in ways that she knows
But forcing my greatest interest, she can't Stand to see growth
I lie awake at night and think about the man That I'll be
If leaving that old diploma holds the cancer to Me
The anxiety of chasing a dream when Reality Tells you it's all but the right direction
It's a lot to fight through

Bakari Ken, naw f*ck that, it's Saint from the Ville
Hailed from Maryland at 12, my father Transferred them bills
Along the way I made mistakes and lost some Love that I miss
And that's about the time we have to let this Game reminisce
I'm currently 21 and 22 in some weeks Procrastinated for years, but now the lane
Is complete
Been steering past adolescence, dodging Potholes of pain
Influence of Ma's opinion often lost on
My brain
But transparency is real, and now you see
Me clearly
Every rumor that you heard is probably true
To someone's theory
An addict, manic, bastard, f*ck-nigga, and
Cocky actor
Intelligent, unique, mad, ambitious with joyous
Laughter
A freak within the sheets, steady liar, but
Insecure
A friend to those in need, future leader, a
Soul that's pure
In honesty, I'm just a man in search for himself
Dodging my vices, knee deep in finding the wealth

You can have the whole city rooting for you And still be alone
You can be the biggest fish in the pond and still A grain in the ocean
F*ck the bullshit, let's just keep it in motion
Sincerely, the man, Bakari Ken

Oh, you niggas still here
Y'all niggas are still here cause technically this the credits
I mean, J. Cole said it best, nigga, you don't like The credits
Get your dusty ass up and walk the f*ck out The movie theater
First and foremost, glory be to God Without You, I am nothing, with you, I'm still just a man Sincere, sissy, I love you, thank you so much For opening up your home and your family to Me
James, my brother, my heart, what needs to be Said is already known, nigga
Dean, Ty, Tyler, T-Lane, all the drama kids, Madeline, Michael Even dusty ass Monticello Hallways, I love all y'all niggas
Thank you for the love and the support
Ander Beatz keep this shit blazing, nigga
Keep on getting niggas' vocals right cause the Lord knows they need it
OG Henny L.O., the Richmond community, 804, stand up Rich what
Y'all stepped with a nigga when I was on the Pilgrimage and figuring out who the f*ck I am
And that, that stays with you forever
Mom, pops, I know this shit don't make sense
Shit, even when it blow up, I'm sure it won't
But I love you, you know I love you
And last but not least, Mar motherfucking Keis
Oh, my nigga the greatest, oh my God, that Nigga the greatest
Hey, look, look, look, man
I moved to Richmond without a nan nother Soul fucking with me in this music shit
Low-key life, and nigga, I prayed for a team
Whether it be a manager, another emcee
He blessed me with not just a beat maker, but A motherfucking producer, nigga
Pharrell and Chad, we on your ass
Nottz, we on your ass
Timbaland, we on your ass
Bink, we on your ass
If all you doing is putting 808s over your Mamas, that's so 2000 CD And thinking that Shit fucking with us
Go ahead and flush your MPC down the Shawshank Redemption sewer, bitch
That being said, all you rappers starting from C'Ville and on
The sentimental shit out the way now, nigga
You already know what time it is
Since Walton after school, middle school, Dances
Y'all niggas know who the fucking best is
Mad Skillz, I'm on your ass
Missy Elliott, I'm on your ass
D'Angelo, Chris Brown, Trey Songz, Pusha T, No Malice, I'm on your ass
Four score and seven years ago, y'all niggas Were still biting the flow
Whether on wax or on the roof
So don't ever get it fucked up, nigga
From the two up, two down, Big Saint, biatch

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