Pretty Songtext
von Rae Khalil

I grew up with continentals in paradise
Mama been overworked, papa was always high
I never questioned our ties, blood is thicker than ice
Melted or not, we the kettle and pot
I′m scared to lose my grip and you's like pop
But I forgot I got the right tools from God
Abused by Pac, I′m over y'all niggas domes
So few y'all got, get what I′m dissin′ and improve my chops
Picture me sittin' pretty from tunes on boom boxes
I′m a tourist guide dealing with all these heads
Yeah life ain't fair but what you invested in
It′s the toolbox palace, I'm a full-time scholar
I′m a full-blown martyr
I'ma give mom you and 40 acres of land Hope y'all don′t bother me ′cause I'm on top of all my peoples
Our grievances and demands
I′m tryna talk to the world, there's no way you can stop me
Shoot me dead, the gospel gon′ prosper love, I'm so sure
I put it on my children, yeah, ayy
Mother, father gon′ take me out before y'all strike me down
Like the phoenix, I emerge from the underground
I'm pushin′ 110 degrees, man it′s been a while
But I'm still on fire, illest nigga out
From L.A. to the Bronx, Steve Winno bring the sound
I feel y′all can't stop us, y′all out of options
So we kickin' it real, givin′ it to you like my last name Khan
This the best of the don by far


It's gettin' pretty sweet how I′m comin′ in
(Baby just live your life)
I had to paint a portrait just to picture this
(Baby you don't live twice)
I′m tryna get on the road but I don't love the law
Prayin′ to God we safe to get to the top
I'm tryna get on the road but I don′t love the law
Prayin' to God we safe to get to the top

Look, smooth criminal, abysmal with the scripture
Longway parlay, I'ma collect all my blue ribbons, ashe, ashe
Who want it? I rap ′til the mornin′
I flow 'til the sun come, you niggas don′t want none
Pass me the keys to the Aston Martin
Like Bamford, we gon' brighten the marsh
I glow in the dark, forward in time
Pretty women and blunts, and man I′m impervious too
What more do you want? You ain't the kettle or pot
You ain′t family or the kids up the block
I'm petrifying niggas 20 times older than you
We the new school led by Anderson .Paak
And K. Dot of course, I feel no remorse
For the niggas eatin' our dust, survival of the fittest
Few ever keep goin′ but bet I′ll be known
Bet I'll keep goin′
I just stepped up to the Roc and put out the sword, yeah

I'm tryna get on the road but I don′t love the law
Prayin' to God we safe to get to the top
I′m tryna get on the road but I don't love the law
Prayin' to God we safe to get to the top
I′m tryna get on the road but I don′t love the law
Prayin' to God we safe to get to the top
I′m tryna get on the road but I don't love the law
Prayin′ to God we safe to get to the top