I-Pensive - Rust Lyrics

Caught in the middle
But I faught just to get to the
Spot where I got, oh God (God)
Guide like a missle
Till I get where I wanted
To get by my tewnties no stop
Hm
Look in the rear
Seen shit enter view
Flip script, make a list
Turn my A's into Q's like
"Yo Ivan, haven't heard a song in a while
Whats wrong try to smile
Get a bong turn the dial back"
Seven, eight years
When the street was the playground
Run around with rocks
Cut deep, took the same route
Stumbled off the beat of the path
When shit seemed to get bad
And I packed a-couple bags
Moved back forth and back
From my friends, to my moms, to my dads
Drug addiction, alcoholic stained genes
But the boot don't fit
So I bought a pair of free runs just to feel free once
Pulled a-couple strings
Like the puppet of a shit show
Selling all the bad jokes, and tweaking all the free ones
Just to see where things go, down
Now release 'em all and see what

Happens when you counter back
Strike, like a crowd in black
Holding up a peace sign, ring finger, east side
Never point blame, settle down
So that leaves my, middle finger up
I released my, self in the open
But nobody ever see's I
Put a ton of time into shit, and I never get it back
No love, fake friends, all it seems like
So I'm picking things right

Back up where I left 'em
Call the cops, bring a weapon
Get a good look now
I'll be gone in a second
Bet nobody got skills on the mic like me,
Even Tyson couldn't cook a f****** chicken this hot, let's see
Who gon' step up in the ring
Get a hook in, flee
Turn to Bilbo wearing precious when i come to eat my seconds
Never second guessing
I've been in the zone since I dropped the adolescent
And nobody ever stepped in, now
Ima switch it into God mode
Levels to the game, I'm the boss, don't choke, don't slip
Charged up, and im still going strong when you try to turn me off hoe
Call, don't
Tried to leave a message and I only got a dial tone
Marking up a plan, just to make acouple G's
Then I'll move out to a hill, like a king
With no service, you can't reach
C'mon smile hoe, see
Things ain't as bad as they seem, until you get close
Push me to the edge, now I'm walking on a slip slope
Tell 'em that I'm eatin' and they come at me with pitch forks
Even when im rich, I'll still hang around the brokes
Cause my life I spent with nothing while surrouned by the rich folks

People used to knock me, now they copy
But you'll never get the results
Hating on me now, you a b****
I was walking on eggshells
Now I got em tip-toed
Shooting from the hip though
Waving at the camera
"Hey mom, hope you're watching 'cause your offsprings about to run this s*** yo"
You don't, know what I got in store...
Or, know what you are in for