The Artful Dodger Lyrics - Mick Jenkins

[Hook] 

I mean, we all had to fall on our shit before 

I know y'all niggas was late on your rent before 

Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before 

Maybe you niggas breathin' too many chemicals 

You think I'm finna go? 

Fuckin' with the children of the indigo 

Bring the cash in manila envelopes 

My niggas in the country tryna interlope 

And I can't go for that 

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[Verse 1] 

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up 

Free ain't what cheap is 

Niggas rolling like some cheapskates 

I see kids talking work with empty briefcase 

We put the beef on the buzz and call it sweepstakes 

Then roll a joint like a nigga need a knee brace 

Breeze will let you know who got the smoke if you down 

When in the middle of the woods 

Call Anthony Towns and call Thomas for sounds 

While my rain water color paints all over town 

Oliver Twist, the artful dodger's all over this 

If she with me, then don't call her my bitch 

I'm in the VIP, with a big bottled water and I'm sparkin' a piff 

Good woods on some carpenter shit 

Move the queen like the parliament is 

This is a game of chess 

Funny thing that got me playin' the rest 

Food for thought, I ain't paying the chef 

With cleft lips on the bass clef 

Singin' with strep, I'm sick with it 

Bought the life of the dimwitted 

On one knee like Tim with it 

And I'm praying for my 'rents 

Message gettin' clear as the piss 

Now my stress is gettin' swimmin' lessons at the pier with the kids 

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[Hook] 

I mean, we all had to fall on our shit before 

I know y'all niggas was late on your rent before 

Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before 

Maybe you niggas breathin' too many chemicals 

You think I'm finna go? 

Fuckin' with the children of the indigo 

Bring the cash in manila envelopes 

My niggas in the country trying too interlope 

And I can't go for that 

I mean, we all had to fall on our shit before 

Know y'all niggas was late on your rent before 

Ran into a couple Harvey Dents before 

Maybe you niggas breathin' too many chemicals 

You think I'm finna go? 

Fuckin' with the children of the indigo 

Bring the cash in manila envelopes 

My niggas in the country tryna interlope 

And I can't go for that 

[Verse 2] 

Cause a storm's comin', nigga, see this overcast 

All these niggas talkin money 'bout to overdraft 

See Colin Powell's in all your fences, you're defenseless, fam 

All my niggas in the cul-de-sac, ready to strike with the hood like a Cobra 

Black culture, they'll never get over that 

So I'm in this bitch over trash 

Runnin' through a nigga Rolodex 

Remember nights with the coldest sweats 

When we ain't really have shit but some old advice 

Told you once, I told you twice 

Never was in it for the Oberweiss alone 

The skeleton's out the closet, more poltergeist 

The poems I write, most nights, more dramatic 

Freeze-frame, that's poster light 

Poster child, he posted right? 

From Chicago, deep off in Pilsen with the vatos 

Mercy mercy, me, that Murciélago 

That's in my hundred-dollar jacket purchased from Barney's 

Ain't hurtin' my pockets, but fuck, what do I know? 

I'm really just a southside nigga with a Nas flow 

Never been as passive as Rondo, I mean, hey 

Condo on my wrist has never really been a goal of mine 

Less "Goldie," more Dolemite 

I look around, like "Y'all trollin', right?" 

It's overkill, we know the type 

It's overpriced, the quality probably won't suffice 

I don't condone the roll of dice on this one, fam 

I mean, we all had to fall on our shit before 

Just get up 'fore shit hit the fan 

[Outro] 

Patience, patience 

You wanna understand my truth 

Then just comb through my statements 

Just comb through my statements, statements 

'Til it's Rodger Dodger 

When this song spin, no wonder they call him Artful Dodger 

Art gon' prosper 

The art gon' prosper 

Patience, patience 

You wanna understand my truth 

Then just comb through my statements 

Just comb through my statements, statements 

'Til it's Rodger Dodger 

When this song spin, no wonder they call him Artful Dodger 

Art gon' prosper 

The art gon' prosper