(Ottie Verse)
Say I ain't fallin for yo schemes
But you be plotting on my spine
So tell yo bitch come ova let me see it from behind
Damn right I feel divine and privileged
To uplift my spirit nigga
Fuck yo doubt I been the funk
This ain't no imaginary
Pimpin taught me fairly well
find my wealth in health
Reach conclusion if ya feel
I keep it G wit southern Braille
Come on love me when I'm ignant
Or invisibly i part my lip
In function or assumption you gone hate the grit
damn they the shit I just exist
what they tell me in defense if I got grip up on some steel
But I bounce back and never kneel
On a regular day
Insecurity honestly
And it's constantly
Comin thru in a bullet
Tryna change my way
(Hol up, git dine)
Tryna change my way
(Hol up, get dine)
Mercy me, yea
Mercy me, yea
Mercy me, yea yea(4x)
Aye niggas talkin shit huh
Mercy Me, yea yea
Aye crackas tryna hit a lick
Mercy Me, yea yea
(Foster Verse)
I said I'm sorry momma, I could
Prolly never make that honor roll fa you
Shid, but I wrote this poem fa you
N I pray throughout it all
You learn to love it like my flaws, Lawd
I'm sorry shawtie, I could never play the husband roll fa you
Sid, but I wrote this poem fa you
M I pray throughout it all
You learn to love it like my flaws, Lawd
Imperfectly perfect, found expression through my purpose
N visa versa, you find in the the cut, healing, writing verses
Down to cultivate this lil light a mine the world ain't tryna nurture
Learnt that lesson time n time befo, na
See I done been accused n ridiculed, now riddle me this
What worth is in a jewel that's been confused n nearly convinced
By it's surroundin's that it's value doesn't really exist
N a dream deferred jus ends up slittin it's wrist, like Mercy
(HEY, HEY!)
Mercy me, yea
Mercy me, yea
Mercy me, yea yea(4x)
(Sidney Verse)
I been tripping, missing out on days when I look to the sky
I been flipping, thinking of all that shit that done passed me by
I been sitting , listing dismissing shit that won’t fly
Dismissive shit through my eye
Explicit shit, that’s no lie
You been twisting, ducking and dodging truth all the time
I been kissing all up on yo dude, you can get him back
No hard feelings I’m just appealing you can not lie
My peelings, my soul , my pride
Stay bottled all up inside
But right now let’s just reflect
At times I get so upset
Be holding shit in my chest
I’m stubborn I must confess
Way back in my dad Cadillac
They use to clown about all that
Bum niggas was wack but I can’t lie
Cause the passenger door was somewhere in the back, damn
credits
released October 31, 2018
Produced by: Robot House Beats
Written and Performed by: BassHead Jazz
Alabama is known for a lot of things: Football, a historic role is the Civil Rights movement, the list can go on and on. One
thing Alabama isn’t known for, however, is progressive Hip-Hop. The newly formed collective, “BassHead Jazz” is out to change that. Consisting Ottie James See'J Foster, and Sidney Vadale, BassHead Jazz looks to change how Alabama Hip-Hop is viewed nationwide....more
