I can put you on the wave, I just put you on the wave Your pretty is your show, I'm coming with the gang So you need to get out of way The ladies love it when I sing, but niggas dub my abilities When I make the fire on the beat, I'm about to make a bill o' weed When I hit it with the melody, I don't care what you're telling me It's time to stay awake, it's time to stay awake Girl, I'm Martin Luther, Martin Luther King Life is hard, I'm Kama Sutra-ing I'm running through the pain that the youth is being afflicted with It's just ridiculous that you would kill a kid for some Yeezys *** your shoes and give his mom a visit At the funeral, you looking fly as hell Is that really how we're living? Check, I got a vivid dream of something different K-Dot is coming out of me, the poetry, you know it's been a minute Four fathers, but the tax on our real fathers, I don't feel represented I should be up in the Senate Swear I feel like Martin Luther, baby, we need Adam Foss prosecuted So they won't hand it, hand it, hand it, hand it, hand it, hand my niggas to the prisons Forgiveness over your permission, just because I didn't break it, I'ma fix it And I'm with my dawgs up in the circle, teacher said I need a lesson So I go and start my own school, and it's a mystery to you You get it, misdemeanors coming true, it ain't a question But it ain't a problem, they don't catch it That's the mind state of the youth, including me, we need some new professors When you're going fast, son, yes sir It's like autopilot on a Tesla Heart palpitating, so my chest hurts Probably see it through my sweatshirt, yelling Mama, mama, I'ma mess up Sorry, mama, I'ma mess up Hit the pedal just so I can go and press him Almost got us on a stretcher, and I'm sorry, mama, no, you taught me better You know, you know, you taught me better Father, I don't need a lecture, man, I know the street is rough, I'm for the texture And I'm saying, sorry, mama, I'ma mess up Sorry, mama, I'm the mess up, I just use these 808s to do confessions I'm done with cursing and inflection, buying purses, man, I feel like I'm a peasant This isn't me, it's my reflection My purities need protection from the insecurities of a section of my soul I just put you on a wave I just put you on a wave Don't follow me into the ocean You will never be the same I just put you on a wave I just put you on a wave Don't follow me into the ocean You will never be the same