Hologram (feat. The Grouch & Aesop Rock)

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 sacks 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 Spirits 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 a sheriff fishtailin' 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 of a condensed milk Shits and chills, send her what you got left Scatter if your shadow is shaped like a Rorschach test Swamp thing, palm water leaking from the bucket hats Seaweed over bloated feet, responded, "What the fuck is that?" Me, I'm off a mothership that buzz in from another map Conducted with 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