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kinfolk - d smoke lyrics

[intro: d smoke & nephew ric]
ayy, nephew ric, tell ’em what’s good, seven
this sh*t for my kinfolk
ayy, lil’ ric, talk to ’em for a sec’, homie, do that
this sh*t for my kinfolk (yeah), many foes
alright, nephew

[chorus: nephew ric & d smoke]
this sh*t for my kinfolk, mini ‘fros and the perms
all the soul in these words, gon’ have lows, don’t be stirred
this sh*t for my kinfolk (this sh*t, this sh*t, this sh*t)
this sh*t for my kinfolk
pick in they afros smell like murray’s tyin’ durags down (rags down)
don’t be sad to say what’s happenin’, you know you love the sound (okay)
don’t brush against them waves (okay), keep head caps on them braids (okay)
my relatives and cuzzos pull up, hop out, wave that thang
this sh*t for my kinfolk (my kinfolk, my kinfolk)
this sh*t for my kinfolk (my kinfolk)

[verse 1: d smoke]
in fifth grade, i had a s*curl
i was convinced the light skinned n*ggas could get the best girls
but i was somewhere between milk chocolate and maca root powder
my parents dark, they far from terrance howard
my fam’ in watts, grew up not far from towers
the pans and pots were drums and socks were ours, we all shared
no box spring, it looked like we was playin’ tetris with the mattress but they our beds
.45 dreams with no visine, we all had visions at the time, it was all in our heads
most people want a beach tan out on ivory sands
we could all make it out if only one of us n*ggas grow to be kenan ivory wayans
this sh*t is for my kinfolk (go on lil’ ric, talk to ’em)
[chorus: nephew ric & d smoke]
this sh*t for my kinfolk (if it’s kids around, you responsible for ’em, ya know?)
this sh*t for my kinfolk, many foes (you they first teacher, you feel me?)
this sh*t for my kinfolk, mini ‘fros and the perms
all the soul in these words, gon’ have lows, don’t be stirred
this sh*t for my kinfolk (lil’ ric, tell ’em one more time, nephew, cuzzo)
this sh*t for my kinfolk
pick in they afros smell like murray’s tyin’ durags down
don’t be sad to say what’s happenin’, you know you love the sound
don’t brush against them waves, keep head caps on them braids
my relatives and cuzzos pull up, hop out, wave that thang
this sh*t for my kinfolk (my kinfolk, my kinfolk)
this sh*t for my kinfolk (my kinfolk, my kinfolk)

[verse 2: d smoke]
in ninth grade, i had the cornrows
og bobby johnson, inglewood high, chuck taylors with the polos
even the rus beef with the treces we was cool, you might catch me with the cholos
wasn’t ridin’ thick, but we had the clique, chiz, pimp, jah, wasn’t tryna ride solo
when we left the house, we was tryna come back like a yo*yo, uh
my hood demeanor made n*ggas think i’m their enemy
ain’t cop that niña ’til graduated with my degree
but since a lil’ tyke i was fascinated by the streets
but still ain’t never been no dummy for the life of me
jesus, mary, and joseph, peter carried the sword, what do you keep in the holster?
pray to your lord, that door can easily open
and peewee hop out of the passenger side with eager motion
how you n*ggas like in l.a. and ain’t seen the ocean?
you can catch a wave like thirty brush strokes while the grease in the durag
let it grow, start a new fad, if you don’t like how it grew from your roots, baby, too sad
you can’t love n0body if you don’t love yourself
[chorus: nephew ric & d smoke]
this sh*t for my kinfolk (n*ggas be out here chasin’ money, forget they health)
this sh*t for my kinfolk, many foes (haters gon’ hate anyway)
this sh*t for my kinfolk (my kinfolk, my kinfolk)
this sh*t for—

[verse 3: d smoke]
2014, i got locked
no handcuffs, just a mini ‘fro and some beeswax with a rat tail propped up
ready to apply a technique that took my wet kinks and turned it to somethin’ proper
sittin’ on pillows on the floor, ran through a couple movies, couple shows
she was done, i was fresh to death like new clothes
how the f*ck i’m s’posed to sleep, though?
sh*t be flat on one side, ms. badu show you right
then i grew ’til my sh*t got loose, now i twist my roots with much pride
god made us strong like my kinky, nappy, greasy, happy, weavy, sappy
we gladly linkin’ like my locks, you better dread me and my kinfolk

- d smoke lyrics

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