I'm not for everybody but i am what i is
I jam with my hits, cus how else they gon dance with the kid
Beat the beats red til they holding hammer and sic
Glamorous shit, hold the pose for the camera click
Got a brother wearing yellow taking pics for the top dawgs
Another one'll dust the wind while having his socks off
My brother M do everything, he'll make you a rock song
Rushmore of the midwest i promise we got long
Not wrong in the littlest, tryna avoid the middle men
Hearing advice from those i'd call much less than legitimate
Staying vigilant, overwhelmed with ambivalence
Don't hear when they jeer, half these people ain't even literate
The simplest contemporaries scared of my opus
Aint no need to be wary yet, im just giving the notice
Running through the track like harriet, im earning my lotus
Spreading sun from in my chariot while they just atrocious
Ugh
2.43 my fee for inconvenient timing
Few opposing me they freakin to be in alignment
Flew to copa beach for breez and tanning my eyelids
Who the goat mc i mean just peek in at my bid
Five kids a well and a goat farm in the country
Away from hells bells and them gross parcels of money
Put everything in the cell, i just go large or do nothing
Got too easy so i yelled over, the yolks are getting runny
AH
Far from marvel hill, star to star we will
Guard our hearts to chill, bar our arms from hell
Tell all of our mommas bout the news we depart until
We resolve to heal, from that starry past
Signing autographs
We fight like the army fast
Don't know how far we last
But we breathing sonographs
Life changed when i heard my grandpa had a heart attack
Taught me bout the jazz and now ill never get to call him back
Writing so at the foot of the hill, i've got an artifact
Swear when i'm looking back, that music stand as tall as shaq
I'll be in the waiting room
Paving ways for those who look away and who i cater to
This is not pay per view,
I won't alternate a grayer goose for those deserving baby food
I play the room if they ain't like that lyric paper poof
Flipping through magazines of why what i do is wrong
Every song prolonged farther than eyebrows on de gaulle
Appalled by news from different places they call galaxies
Im tryna show my own, take off your shoes for the tapestry
Feel the spikes in my leg flipping through runners world
Picturing buying sneakers for a son or girl
Gotta come prepared every day i wake with another curl
Quiet space grave of great grandmother pearl
I'm counting fish in the tank but i'm missing a rank
Or at least that's all// of the listeners say
Or the divinity that whisper to me bidding the day
All of the passion in my applications mixing the tape
So much back room discussion, i'm the liminal space
Mirror am i rushing? don't know what the visage'll say
Make ya face crease like reading bout a criminal case
N m h on e baby i'm just filling the tank
Wake up thinking that today will be a pivotal day
It can be just what i want like lumps of minimal clay
Now im walking with a purpose and a visible sway
Turn my life into a song until the infinite gray
Far from marvel hill, star to star we will
Guard our hearts to chill, bar our arms from hell
Tell all of our mommas bout the news we depart until
We resolve to heal, from that starry past
Signing autographs
We fight like the army fast
Don't know how far we last
But we breathing sonographs
Life changed when i heard my grandpa had a heart attack
Taught me bout the jazz and now ill never get to call him back
Writing so at the foot of the hill, i've got an artifact
Swear when i'm looking back, that music stand as tall as shaq