Yeah I'm present in the flesh but my mind absent
All stuck on the future; all the time passed up
Seems like faster and faster
Harder and harder catchin up wit bad habits but I'll still capture wht I'm after
As I readily look forward to next chapters
Through my collection of glasses
I've focused to develop from my negatives like photographs
A phoenix from the ashes
Out; feignin like a addict
For my dreams; I'm still up & at it
Never sleep like Manhattan
To broadcast long as John Madden
This not for practice; I play for keeps
Stick wit heat like a box of matches
They rather stick me wit 3 strikes locked up batshit
Fightin life like Ali no boxing matches
When I'm juss tryna find where mo cash is
Cause shit granted I'm a baller; first draft pick
F*ck who I ain't make-believe I'm magic
Givin ya somethin from nothin but under my hat trick
Top of the head; so get off my sack 'less you the one on my mattress
Got mad hoes to relax wit
Succulent on my cactus cause a prick doin numbers like calculus
I gotta testify Judge Mathis
A nigga juss 2 much plus 3 steps farther than bastards who plan to subtract us
First lesson in class is; you can't juss attack us
Or even contact us wit no kind of tactics
All tht shit's left behind like the rapture
R. gettin right wit God; like wht I rapped ya
Now back it up till it stick like acupuncture you gone need you mo back up to pack a punch so pack it up
Move it befo I Iose it; I ain't actin tough; I back it up
Check the track record
You ain't catchin up pass second
Runnin shit; leave yo ass sweatin; half-steppin
Save tht back and forth racket for badminton
I'm one bad nigga; flo patent-pending
5-0 want me apprehended; how I kill it
And keep a grip like Popeye's; you know it's spinach over chickens
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Yeah I'm present in the flesh but my mind absent
All stuck on the future; all the time passed up
Seems like faster and faster
Harder and harder catchin up wit bad habits but I'll still capture wht I'm after
As I readily look forward to next chapters
Through my collection of glasses
I've focused to develop from my negatives like photographs
A phoenix from the ashes
Out; feignin like a addict
For my dreams; I'm still up & at it
Never sleep like Manhattan
To broadcast long as John Madden
This not for practice; I play for keeps
Stick wit heat like a box of matches
They rather stick me wit 3 strikes locked up batshit
Fightin life like Ali no boxing matches
When I'm juss tryna find where mo cash is
Cause shit granted I'm a baller; first draft pick
F*ck who I ain't make-believe I'm magic
Givin ya somethin from nothin but under my hat trick
Top of the head; so get off my sack 'less you the one on my mattress
Got mad hoes to relax wit
Succulent on my cactus cause a prick doin numbers like calculus
I gotta testify Judge Mathis
A nigga juss 2 much plus 3 steps farther than bastards who plan to subtract us
First lesson in class is; you can't juss attack us
Or even contact us wit no kind of tactics
All tht shit's left behind like the rapture
R. gettin right wit God; like wht I rapped ya
Now back it up till it stick like acupuncture you gone need you mo back up to pack a punch so pack it up
Move it befo I Iose it; I ain't actin tough; I back it up
Check the track record
You ain't catchin up pass second
Runnin shit; leave yo ass sweatin; half-steppin
Save tht back and forth racket for badminton
I'm one bad nigga; flo patent-pending
5-0 want me apprehended; how I kill it
And keep a grip like Popeye's; you know it's spinach over chickens
All stuck on the future; all the time passed up
Seems like faster and faster
Harder and harder catchin up wit bad habits but I'll still capture wht I'm after
As I readily look forward to next chapters
Through my collection of glasses
I've focused to develop from my negatives like photographs
A phoenix from the ashes
Out; feignin like a addict
For my dreams; I'm still up & at it
Never sleep like Manhattan
To broadcast long as John Madden
This not for practice; I play for keeps
Stick wit heat like a box of matches
They rather stick me wit 3 strikes locked up batshit
Fightin life like Ali no boxing matches
When I'm juss tryna find where mo cash is
Cause shit granted I'm a baller; first draft pick
F*ck who I ain't make-believe I'm magic
Givin ya somethin from nothin but under my hat trick
Top of the head; so get off my sack 'less you the one on my mattress
Got mad hoes to relax wit
Succulent on my cactus cause a prick doin numbers like calculus
I gotta testify Judge Mathis
A nigga juss 2 much plus 3 steps farther than bastards who plan to subtract us
First lesson in class is; you can't juss attack us
Or even contact us wit no kind of tactics
All tht shit's left behind like the rapture
R. gettin right wit God; like wht I rapped ya
Now back it up till it stick like acupuncture you gone need you mo back up to pack a punch so pack it up
Move it befo I Iose it; I ain't actin tough; I back it up
Check the track record
You ain't catchin up pass second
Runnin shit; leave yo ass sweatin; half-steppin
Save tht back and forth racket for badminton
I'm one bad nigga; flo patent-pending
5-0 want me apprehended; how I kill it
And keep a grip like Popeye's; you know it's spinach over chickens
Writer: Ryan Parker
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