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
(Yee)
(Uh)
Funny enough, coworkers acting tough,
You a man, why the hell you wearing this shit on your fingers?
The head cooked asked,
Why you dressing like a bitch, Fig?
And those 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 other MCs
I was there to rap, share my craft,
Look for artists to collab,
Everybody kept side-eying,
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. Damn.
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 shit,
Like go, go ahead and knock that shit,
Like go, go ahead and talk that shit,
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and,
Go, go ahead and talk that shit,
Like go, go ahead and knock that shit,
Like go, go ahead and talk that shit,
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.
Sally Hansen the 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 there I was flexing,
With fresh nails and clean shoes, cream blues,
Receiving my diploma, baby, I can't lose
So go, go ahead and rock that shit,
Like go, go ahead and flaunt that shit,
Like go, go ahead and rock that shit,
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and
Go, go ahead and rock that shit,
Like go, go ahead and flaunt that shit,
Like go, go ahead and rock that shit,
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and
Out in Bell, at Alivio 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 shit,
Like go, go ahead and flaunt that shit,
Like go, go ahead and rock that shit,
Like go, go ahead and, go ahead and, go

Go ahead and go
Go ahead and go
Go ahead and go ahead and go
Go ahead and go