Fuck a filter, I’m the glitch in your clean feed—
pulled the bentley off the driveway, now the hood ride with me.
Pastor’s daughter in the backseat, scripture on her knees,
but she callin’ me Jehovah every time she taste the D.
Instagram a miracle, twelve likes from the county,
still got cousins in the cage, numbers jumpin’ like bungee.
White boys say “nigga” in they dorm rooms comfy—
I’ma pull up with the truth, make your mommy say “ugly.”
Grandma chain on my neck, every link a eulogy,
I’m the ghost of every project, spookin’ gentrified jewelry.