Layers (feat. Pusha T and Rick Ross)

look at you, no pleasure in creative
thinking, because you don't think creatively
anymore.
The real joy of being a human
being is to be able to use your mind in the
manner that the Almighty God has designed
the human mind to do.

Tug of war and my mind's like a clash of
the titans

Thoughts contrast so it's layers to my
writin' God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah,

God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'

I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys

Drop jewels so these falcons like the
Maltese

Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they
homin'

Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's
Roman

Woo, all black like the omen

Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it

So I'm feeling like a Greek God when I quote
it

Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in
the moment, Moment of clarity,
moment of silence

Burner on my waist, yet I'm saying stop the
violence Sitting on that white horse,

look at prince
valiant

Dad shakes his head cause the worst waste

his talents I philosophize for them Pitchfork
scholars

Devil on my shoulder and the pitchfork
follows

Poking at my problems, I know how to solve
'em

With a ski mask, automatic or revolver

A slave is one whose power and authority is
ruled over by another and whose sphere of
freedom is limited according to the wishes
of a master. Your power and authority is
ruled over by another and your sphere of
freedom of activity is governed by the
wishes of somebody else

Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they
know I won't

They say misery loves company, no, I
don't

Ain't got no time for you to try on no
Manolo Blahniks

All I got time to do is go back in time and
pose with the Unabomber

Just so I can go back in time a second
time to photobomb it

I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati,
Obama, Hovanomics

Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo
and roll around 'em

I'm Doug E. Fresh in the flesh,

I beat box
I boo-boo-du-du between the sheets to seek
the G-Spot

I'm in bed with three naked
ladies holding hands

I'm in bed with three major labels

And I ain't talkin' 'bout wearing clothing
brands

Underground locomotive man
Putting on a global show that no promoter
can

I philosophize with wise words from learned
lessons

In my world mistakes turns to blessings

The hate turned to destiny

I'm saying Lord Jesus while the Lord's
most gorgeous creatures take turns
blessing me

I got your baby momma down on all fours

When drama comin', I'm all for it
If it ain't about the money please let this
be your last question You players can jump if you want,

but you
half-stepping like Paul George

I make the yay invisible in like a day or two

That's how the players do, my nigga,
there's layers to it

First in science, first in technology,
wealthiest country on Earth, most powerful
country on Earth is twenty sixth in
education.

So you have all been taken
and you don't even realize that you have
been dumbed to the point where you are
like sheep

Paranoid of poverty, hustle was the
philosophy

I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of
me

Lie, cheat and steal, I had it mastered by
my teens

Started hands on, a nigga still pulling
strings

Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's
dreams

Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring
Was a water boy, but balling always in my
genes

Season ticket holder, nigga sitting with the
team

Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice

So suspicious of the cars, tuitions for the
schools

Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every
move

Shots fired, now the deposition from the
crew

Smooth operation, but the money came in
knots

Forty million there, I dare you tell me what
I'm not

I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more

Counting this fast money and fucking my
bitches slow

Rozay



Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Le Varr Thornton, Ryan D. Montgomery, Arthur Kaunang, Denaun M. Porter, William Roberts
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