PROM / KING

Saba

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    [Part I: PROM]

    This remind me of before we had insomnia
    Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs
    Everybody was college-bound, no dollar amounts
    In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no party bus
    My cousin hit me on Facebook, like: What shorty you takin'?
    I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm sayin': I got one to take, and I'm waitin' on her response
    Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, never hit me back, she broke my heart
    So now he I'm'ing me shit like: Yo' is shorty bad?
    I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back
    I hit him back like: Yo', well fuck her, it's on to the next
    I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, prolly' would never have sex
    You know in high school, 16 you prolly late
    My cousin hit me back: Don't trip, bro. I got you a date
    So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen
    He said to call and tell her: Walter sent you, you with me
    I think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
    I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
    In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked on me
    He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit
    I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter little cousin
    What if this shit all a joke, then again, what if it wasn't?
    Would I really risk the chance of me potentially fuckin'
    On some stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him?
    Prolly not
    I finally called her, tell her Walter sent me: My name Tahj
    She asked me what's the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom
    I'm actin' like I'm not excited, tryna play it off
    So what's the car we're takin'? Worst come worst, my mom can take us
    I'll call Walter, thank him, he said don't trip and just wear black
    He said she cool and they go back, if any problems, send him back
    I never had to, but now we're in tune
    He Facebook messaged me like: Sorry not to be a nuisance
    But he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suit shit
    I'm like: I got you, 'cause
    That's the least that I can do
    He tell me send him the addy and he'll slide after school
    I'm like: Ok, bet, never knew where he stayed at
    He walked down the street, hella surprised: This where y'all place at?
    Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin Rena
    And I'm surprised too, my family knew, kept this a secret
    Me and cause stay down the street, living different lives
    Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride
    I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside
    He tell me: Thank you, then he walked back home with a smile
    He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple
    I'm thinkin': Damn, that transaction was simple
    I'm talking shit, I know he hoop, I'm like: Aye, where the rim, bro?
    He like: Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly weak as shit, tho
    I know my brother not
    So all 3 of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court
    I'm hella passive, I was passin', I ain't have to score
    The next day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I stayed up
    My granddad gave me a condom then walked away, didn't say nothin'
    She hopped out of her car and said that her name was Jada
    My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it playa
    Gave her the croissant, or corsage or whatever the fuck my mom handed me
    And said: Now put it on her hand, Malik, family ties
    My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie 'cause my dad lived in NY
    That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
    Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom and
    Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place
    So he text me like: 'Cause, this the spot. Let's meet up later
    And bring Jada through, prom flashed, I kept it cool
    We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes
    I'm lookin' around like: Damn, I don't know nobody
    We at this party out West and Jada left to get dressed
    I'm fakin' like I'm sendin' text
    Some stranger get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
    Then he put a knife to my neck
    Gave me the run down like: Jada my sister
    And if you hit her, fuck her, make her miss ya, I'ma kill ya!
    At this point, I'm just exhausted
    Wonderin' where the fuck's Walter
    He shows up like 30 minutes after our altercation
    I never mentioned it to him, he kinda overprotective
    And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat this nigga's skull in
    Turn his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible
    I exhale and say: Fuck it, and I just chose to let it go

    [Part II: KING]
    Fuck with your boy
    Said you're used to getting everything your way
    This not how that gon' happen this time
    She tryna fuck with your boy

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    [Saba]
    Walt went to St. Louis, had a full ride for his hoopin'
    Him and his coach got into it; now, he back home doing music, ayy
    I was at Columbia, a damn-near straight-A student
    I had one B in a hip-hop class, I thought that shit was stupid
    He transferred to Robert Morris, always live we down the street
    My class let out at 2: 40 and his class let out at 3: 00
    Mama asked me where the hell I been at, where the hell I be
    "I'm with Walter, Ma, I'm safe," I keep walking in here late
    I might fall off in your bae, I get girls now, I get laid
    I get caught up all in Walter, I'm a product of my age
    He talk to every girl downtown Chicago, wingman, I cannot fly though
    He was in Cal-white Impala, he was that nigga in the party
    Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention
    Plus, we from the part of city that they barely mention
    Just logged into Twitter, and somehow, we was barely mentioned
    We signed our name on the open mic list, and then, they skipped us
    And then, they skipped us again, like, a week later
    Like: Obviously, this fucking host can't read the paper
    Hella intimidating, a big guy, didn't have to flex
    So Walter walked to the host and said: This the name you callin' next
    Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our welcome
    An apple never get too far from the tree that it fell from
    Just like my father, tryna do music and hope I make it
    Walter joined me for the journey, said: The city waiting
    Pivot

    Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician
    More times than a mathematician
    I'm in LA working on Bucket List Project, I get a call and get a fishy feeling
    Normally, Walt joke on the phone; this time, he over-serious
    My heart dropping—I'm like: Yo, what is it?
    He say he with T-Y on the highway, and some niggas just tried to kill him
    Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow, they didn't hit him
    Sometimes, I fucking hate Chicago 'cause I hate this feeling
    Innocent niggas get shot at in the broad day, the AM
    I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
    He say he went to XSport and they ran a full-court
    And I cannot retort without thinking that this can't be the reason
    So what else you do? What about Ty? Is he still cool?
    Where you on your way from, and where you on your way to?
    He say he just left a dinner at a friend crib, and that's it
    He say: Ty don't do shit but smoke—honestly, Saba, that's it
    Give him sympathy, another case of mistaken identity
    The news prolly gon' run this as two gangs from different streets
    Police questioning him like he just shot at a trooper
    My boy walked away unharmed, and we did Lollapalooza, yeah
    Six months pass by: Every day, we celebrate; every day a better day
    I just dropped Bucket List, Walt about to drop a tape
    Everything going perfect, couldn't paint a better way
    PIVOT Gang is on the way
    We just sold out Lincoln Hall; then, I went to talk to Sway
    I got back home and got back on it 'cause Walt was doing two-a-days
    Sending me links to songs that he made
    Kid Cudi, we are not riding no waves, ayy
    Grandma made his plate, we played 2K, that's just a day before
    Fatimah got a show tomorrow, he text me: Ayy, we in that hoe
    I went to the barbershop the first thing the next morning
    Then I got up with LEGIT—we supposed to do some recording
    Ten minutes into the session, I got a call from a number
    That I don't got saved, but I answer anyways; she says
    Hello, Malik, have you or Squeak
    Talked to my son today? He was just on the train
    We got in the car, but we didn't know where to drive to
    Fuck it, wherever you are, my nigga, we'll come and find you

    [John Walt]
    Just another day in the ghetto
    Oh, the streets bring sorrow
    Can't get up today with their schedule
    I just hope I make it till tomorrow
    I just hope I make it till tomorrow
    I just hope I make it till tomorrow
    I just hope I make it till tomorrow

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    Composition: Daoud Anthony, Dylan Frank, and Tahj Chandler

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