Bruce Banner Lyrics - Mick Jenkins

Pre-chorus: 

I'm not a rapper, I'm a writer 

It's a couple chefs in this game, and a whole lotta' biters 

Fuck's wrong with these niggas 

Fuck's to it 

Fuck wrong wit' 'em 

Fuck's to it 

This niggas talkers not walkers 

The drive of Paul Walker, I got it 

Can't touch 'em, like, now that I'm sipping this Henny Hypnotic 

Fuck wrong wit' 'em 

Fuck's to it (uh!) 

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Honestly can't nobody come for me 'cept Kendrick 

And I hope you offended, like it's untrue 

Don't make me debunk your kung-fu 

Fuck up the whole Feng shui when we come through 

They can't hurt us 

My shit in Target, I'm Nate Burkus, they ain't perfect 

Can she walk out with the javelin 

Y'all niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him 

If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you'd be travelling 

And I'd be somewhere Harlem Globetrot traffickin' truth 

I'm adamant about the handle I got on this shit 

I pattened it after James Harden and James Patterson 

Don't make me Alex Cross, cross 'tween, 

skip through that lane and change strategy (uh!) 

Niggas lose medullas, fuckin' with my shooters 

Rappers lose medallions fuckin' with Chicago 

So many niggas hangin', they know Mr. Cooper 

Police they are shooters then like bloopers 

They gon' play that shit on T.V., 'til we Stevie to it 

Say we can't make them drink the water 

I don't know if we can lead 'em to it 

I see the difference, I don't see improvement 

I see people that look like me that's leeching to it 

And apparently speaking on it is preaching to 'em 

And apparently having opinions is 

tragic to mention, no matter intention 

But only when you got blue checks and new 

checks and a few floors, more than a duplex 

I'm too stressed for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made 

Watch your mouth when you spit facts, what for? 

I got the fire nigga 

Heard 'Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly 

Alex Hailey at the root of it all 

My quest-for-love just wasn't suited for ya'll 

and my black thoughts won't be muted or diluted 

And livin' water can't be polluted at all 

Secluded I be, 

too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin' me 

That's your 15 minutes, you losin' 'em 

They draw their conclusions 

I just be just disproving 'em, my ink hold weight 

This paper hold heat like aluminum foil 

Your correct in assuming the soil is fertile 

I'm growing like weeds, I'm growing my weed 

My shorty look like she come from where they growing ya'll weave at 

Ya'll throwing shade, I three-man weave that 

It's been a one-man fast break, ya'll ain't even seen the team yet 

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Fuck wrong wit' 'em 

Fuck's to it 

Fuck wrong wit' 'em 

Fuck's to it 

These niggas talker not walkers 

The drive of Paul Walker, I got it 

Can't touch 'em, like, now that I'm sipping this Henny Hypnotic 

Fuck wrong wit' 'em 

Fuck's to it (uh!)