Nava Drops Barz - LOCUST ST. FREESTYLE

Air Pods on when I walk
If I'm lost in the beat, don't talk
Pop star flows what they wanted
We can have a conversation in the dark
Walk into the room with the mic on
I can see myself better with the lights off
See I don't really rap and I don't write songs
I'm only talkin bout my life when I pop off
Couple months I been locked up in my room
I don't know if I could make it til June
Real life doesn't hinge on examinations
No one checkin' on my murmur and my palpitations
Boy you getting hypotensive
I could see you shaking
Better keep ya ass together with no hesitation
Boy you better be perfect trepidation
Nah, we don't really care for your imagination
So tell me that I'm that lying
Every line that I been writing
Hittin' harder than professionals
In million dollar booths
I've been workin on my craft
With just a pencil in my hand
Writing million dollar drafts
I'm recording in my room
Raised in South Aurora now i walk in center city
With my head above the clouds cuz I've been tryna chase the view
Used to get a couple streams turn into a couple hundred
Now I'm flipping several thousand
What the boy gon' do?
They don't look a lot like us
They don't really talk like us
They don't look a lot like us (They don't want none this)
They don't really talk like us (They don't want none this)
They don't look a lot like us (They don't talk like us)
They don't really talk like us (They don't walk like us)
They don't look a lot like us (They don't want none this)
They don't really talk like us (They don't want none this)
I think I finally got the drop on em
Orville Reddenbock I think I finally popped on 'em
Chrome coats, gold chains, and the blue denim
And I been cutting out the toxins, I don't do venom (Aye)
South Aurora, I was raised by the immigrants
Since a youngun they would tell us we were limitless
Learned to handle just from ballin with Somalians
Hundred thousand come from all the different villages
So don't blame me if I pop off reflex
Cuz I've been workin on my jumpers when I destress
I been lookin' like Jamal in the clutch now
With my back against the wall and my shoes warmed up
2 bands, red and blue on my wrist
Not religious, but I hang with Goddesses
And if ever wore a chain it's not a flex
I'm pullin' gold up out my family treasure chest (Generations I'm blessed)
South Beach livin' outta limousines (Na na)
Daddy came here with a dollar and a dream (Na na)
He put that dollar in my pocket so I breathe (Na na)
Now we both watching auntie give a White House speech
I was three when they brought me on that plane
Now I'm here like nothing was the same
Old boy, take your place, go dumb
Speak the truth, make your mind go numb
They don't look a lot like us (They don't walk like us)
They don't really talk like us (They don't walk like us)
They don't look a lot like us (They don't want none this)
They don't really talk like us (They don't want none this)
They don't look a lot like us
They don't like a lot like us
Yuh

Written by:
Nava Barman

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