Started having my nails painted all the time
Never going back to the basics in my mind
I thought if people gon’ hate
Then we gon’ face it one day at a time
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Funny enough, coworkers acting tough
You a man, why the hell you wearing this sh#t on your fingers?
Why you dressing like a b#tch, Fig?
Y’know his words still linger
Met a woman on Tinder, we was hitting’ it off
‘Till we met at the mall, she saw my hands covered
Here we go again, told me I was cool
But couldn’t date a man with nails colored
Summer ’15, NYC
International hip-hop competition with 300 othеr MCs
I was there to rap, share my craft
Look for artists to collab
Evеrybody kept side-eying
A few even asked, “You some kind of fag?
I ain’t gotta problem with that, I just need to know.”
Spent the whole weekend all on my own
Had to pick up extra polish remover from the store
Shit
I won’t even head to the barber’s with it on
Don’t want ‘em giving me a cut
While they lookin’ at me wrong
I ain’t wearing it to the family gathering’s either
I don’t need my Tios calling me a puta while we eating
I ain’t dealing with my abuela thinking
She need to be praying for my healing on my behalf
So go, go ahead and talk that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and knock that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and talk that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and
Go, go ahead and talk that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and knock that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and talk that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and
Let’s take it back before all of the conflict
2014, ‘bout to graduate from college
Bought new shoes, showing ‘em off to my sis
Told me had a polish same color as my kicks, so
Sally Hansen in cream blue, triple shine
No lie, the color was hella fly
She grabbed my hand and asked if she could paint it
I’m like, “No problem with that, go crazy!”
Took my kicks out the box and placed ‘em on top
Then brought my hand down to compare the colors
Same shade, great match, she asked “Whatcha think?”
I was like, “Shoot!”
Might wear this on a day of commencement
Next week on stage, and I was flexing
With fresh nails and clean shoes, cream blues
Even my diploma, baby, I can’t lose
So go, go ahead and rock that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and flaunt that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and rock that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and
Go, go ahead and rock that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and flaunt that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and rock that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and
Out in Bell, had a mic
Featured artist for the night
Waiting at my merch table feeling hella hype
Gettin’ ready for the show
When all of a sudden I was approached by a young boy
9 or 10, asked if I could sign a poster for him
He asked if we could take a photo together
Of course, I said, giddy, “Of course, it would be my pleasure!”
Then he showed me his hands, bright orange on every finger
“Watch all your videos, Momma showed me your Insta”
Told me that his father always scraped the paint off
But when he’s home with his momma, yo, he puts it back on!
I’m like, yo ahead and rock that kid
Like go, go ahead and flaunt that kid
Like go, go ahead and rock that kid
Like uh, go ahead and, go ahead and
Go, go ahead and rock that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and flaunt that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and rock that sh#t
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and, go
Go ahead and go
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