LYRICS:

PUT A HAND IN THE AIR
LONG LIVE THE KINGS AND THE QUEENS
AND THE NIGGAS IN BETWEEN AND BEYOND
IN THE LAND OF YOUR WILDEST FUCKING DREAMS OR NIGHTMARES
HOPE YOU WHOOP YO DEMONS' ASS
TIL THEY SCARED TO EVER COME BACK AROUND HERE

I practice authenticity
And if that don't resonate
then you ain't gotta listen to me
I wonder if I found the receipts to my degree
I could get my money back
cause it ain't quite a good fit see
A fuckin antiquated token
Some nigga holding the bucket said that I gotta show 'em
And maybe if I'm lucky
I could get the chance to compete in the race
with the rats eating trash
near the grass with the snakes
We all fake
None of us too real to die
I believed in Ye when he said I'mma touch the sky
But now I'm past the age where it's easy to believe
in things unexplained like why
I been held in bondage for a really long time
I ain't lying bruh, it really is all in the mind
Look at where the lines are drawn
Boundaries you'd never cross
then recognize that it's subject to your paradigms
I get elated when alone in my room
In the mirror looking fly
an aesthetic I'd never try
Back in the days when I was engaged
I used to pray that a woman could accept me
If I ain't have to lie.
If I wasn't a cool nigga in J's
wearing jeans that straddled the line of being too tight
for a man of my type as told by the outside
But fuck y'all niggas its time that you recognize
the mothafuckin' QING.

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