Mick Jenkins - Contacts

Tell you how I feel inside
They say it ain't trill enough
They say it ain't drill enough
I'm coming from the illest side
I just know it's real enough
Fuck what niggas think of that
The salt is pink, the ink is black
The grass is green, the link is broke
Flowin' like the sink is broke, the drip is so consistent now
Watch him grow complicit, oh you flipping now