Letra de 'Banana' de Isaiah Rashad

(Mrranamanamanamanamana)
I gotta kinda sing it
(Manamana)

Yo, now ever since I was young, had a gift with the tongue
This shit might open the door
Fruit loop for the young, honeycomb for some
22, put piff in a bowl
And I was bending the corners, hot-boxin' the sauna
I've been focused gettin' closer to goals
And I be slippin' a bit, probably sippin' a bitch
I ain't really into tippin' the hoes
See, my brother got weight, my sister at home
When I get straight, my sister gettin flown
Couple nephews, my niggas gettin' grown
Mikey D stay down, nigga gettin on
Can I get a glass cup and a lil' Henny?
I'm too cold but a little timid
I blow checks save a lil' penny
I'm too young for some big money, ooh
Come girl get some dick from me
My job needs some piss from me, ugh
Lil' bro, can you fuck with me
Came through at the last minute, ugh
Living, wasting my time, lacing with percs, purp in a bind
Hazy, oh baby, I'm better when blind
I don't see nothin', it's perfect, I'm fine

We are the young and Xanax, oh
See, there's nowhere to go
To hide from the lows
'Cause we are the young and Xanax, oh
See, there's nowhere to go
Stuck on the high, yeah

Ayy, my son sleep, I'm rollin it up, I don't sleep
I'm runnin' for bucks, don't tweet
You fuckin' with us, I won't eat
Start stomping your feet, I need that
Depending on all of your feedback
Come out to my show and come feed that
Can't go back to sellin' that retail
My daddy left me with no details
Came back with a bitch and a stepson
I guess he forgot that he left somethin'
He must have been saving the best bum
She screaming out: Give me the rest, hun
Pearl necklace, I empty my left nut
Most niggas can't fuck with my worst shit
I'm scribing my living with curses
Just wait till I get this shit perfect
You niggas can't fuck with my verses
See, Dave, he don't think that I'm 'bout this
Don't make me come run in your houses
We know where your mom and your dad live
Ooh baby, it's Swayze, just mask us
My niggas got triggas and vastly
Don't like how we living it lasts
You out of your trigger and backseat
Just look at the shooter, it's Mike D
Your rosary shining so nicely
We innocent kids if you ask me
I rode in the Benz in the backseat
Them vices, they swarm and attack me
God got me, that nine is upon me
That Juve, that Percy, that Bun B
Soundtrack in this black while we dumping

We are the young and Xanax, oh
See, there's nowhere to go
To hide from the low
'Cause we are the young and Xanax, oh
See, there's nowhere to go
Stuck on the high, high, yeah