Hologram

And I don't need approval
I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round
And I don't need to be
So immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck about
What they be hollerin' if you understand it
Put your hand up in the hologram
Don't need approval
I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round
And I don't need to be
So immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck
About what they be hollerin'
If you understand it
Put your hand up in the hologram

I listen to some Prince when I miss Prince
But I haven't worn my
Purple trench ever since
Under the bridge, I'm tryna get off the grid
Won't even let my kids put my
Picture up on the fridge
I'm on broken spokes
Pokin' holes into ghosts
Tryna open up the show
With the appropriate toast
Like, "This goes to those that's
This close to closure
Like a disco where the kids
Go to snort they coke"
And I remember the glow of the
Ember on the end of
Those old cigarettes we used to smoke
And now we wanna spread love
Self-care and growth
But still tryna touch the butt
Of this American joke
Well, I hope to see you
Laughin' at the finish line
Instead of lookin' at the big design like
"Give me mine" and if my plane crash
You can keep the hashtags
Just put a couple stacks in
My little man's bag

Still readin' image comic books
Until I'm skybound
Still in these streets where the
PD make you lie down yup, in my town
Right in the middle of Highland
Ghetto bird, guns drawn, six cars, sirens
Mistaken ID, do I wanna press charges?
Nah, I'm just happy I ain't
See the desk sergeant
Hit the store before it close
Copped some golden Oreos
Celebrate the close call
Y'all know how the story go
Detain the black, deport the brown
Until we dethrone the orange face-ass clown
Double down on these
Conscious rapping millionaires
Fightin' for the rights of civilians
Like they really care
Beware of these turntable turncoats
Lightin' up they blunts while
The GOP burn votes
Reminiscin' on when rap was still risky
Ridin' down Crenshaw screamin'
"Long live Nipsey"

Well, I wanna be felt when you hear Felt
Like Slug's a living legend
And that's clear-cut
I wanna be wealthy so I share wealth
Had Pennies for my thoughts when I pulled up
My pants used to sag, now I'm dad
I got Bennies for my thoughts
Nieces and nephews still got
Many more to walk
Many, many more to clock, miles and minutes
Explain your whole world in
One stylish sentence
Alright, go, I just did, prose
A little code of honor
Blow your little marijuana
Think about your rarest moment
Spirit's out for the homies
Flowers for the hour, now your outfit is holy
Uh, you can run on for a long time
Marathon long, long, long, long time
She said, "Just enjoy the present"
I said, "Nah, I wanna make it last forever"

Lead feather never met a clear victory
Met his share of fishtailing
In zero visibility
Fishing for a whisper of symmetry
In the dead cells
Press one for the pharmacy, party people
Send help return address where every step
Is a suspense film
And sunset is someone else's
Blood over condensed milk
Shit send chills, center what you got left
Scatter if your shadow is shaped
Like a Rorschach test swamp thing
Pond water leaking from the bucket hats
Seaweed over bloated feet, respond to
"What the fuck is that?"
Me, I'm off a mothership that
Buzz in from another map
Conductor of the upper hand
Pluck you off the cul-de-sac
Line drills on the grindstone
Irrefutably on line one, I'll hold
Eye of the coyote trip around the high beams
Yipping at the train yard in
And out of lightspeed

And I don't need approval
I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round
And I don't need to be
So immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck
About what they be hollerin'
If you understand it
Put your hand up in the hologram
Don't need approval
I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round
And I don't need to be
So immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck
About what they be hollerin'
If you understand it
Put your hand up in the hologram

Put your hand up in the hologram
Put your hand up in the hologram
Put your hand up in the hologram