Aunt Gerry's Fried Chicken

Yeah

And you wonder why I don't answer

A question take two stanzas

I guess progression is the new standard

My own possessions that I hold for ransom

Back then when momma wasn't mom she was a dancer

Caged in, all my father's flaws is sitting handsome

On a nigga, I still fidget when I'm feeling ramped up

I was just a Bambino with [?] in Milano

Leading, do you follow?

Bleed until I'm hollow

The pyramid made of limestone, my brother off the bottle

Took him to a grave place, my feelings getting coddled

Bodies on the block and momma screaming when they shot him

You could use a couple wishes, took some time to makе your mind up

In it til my time done, try to redеfine son

I was out in Nashville remembering the Titans

I wonder how my dad feel knowing I'm just like 'em

With a little more perspective, the both of us is psychic

I wrote this lil verse up and I'm hoping that you like it

Hoping you recite it and you shout it at the moonlight

The tale of my hiding, don't tell where my hiding place at

I provide it, you can feel it

Sliding on the track, I'm Jesse Owens how I'm flying across the sand

They say the little man is striving

Aunt Gerry's chicken in the pan frying

All of you, the memories just gotta find 'em

Dark clouds, just tryna see a gold lining

It wasn't long that the sun wasn't shining

'98 when Randy Moss was with the Vikings

'97 I was born, now I am flying

Now I am flying

Now I am flying

Jesse Owens on the track how I'm flying across the sand

They say the little man is striving

Aunt Gerry's chicken in the pan frying

It's all of you, the memories just gotta find 'em

Them dark clouds, just tryna see a gold lining

It wasn't long that the sun wasn't shining

'98 when Randy Moss was with the Vikings

'97 I was born, now I am flying

Now I am flying

Now I am flying