Calibrate
Scientific with the timing
Tryna make a figure from what started as a hobby
Everybody say you shouldn't do it less it's all for the culture
Homie, I just got a girlie that I gotta get over
But still we caught up in material talking I need purpose
Y'all can't vision nothing that's lower than sea surface
You don't like it you can go take the receipt and return it
Came to cook em convection within the beat and then burn it
They told the kid get a mission mind was missing as much
Eyes red to his retinas, it was written as such
Couldn't sit with a box never fit wit a clutch
Now I'm classically conditioned to be different to touch
If they brush it off, I'm bringing it back
That's production or thinking talking or singing or rap
I'll adjust it by the increment I'm all for the prize
Do it all 'til they dotting t's and I'm crossing their eyes I get it
Man they wonder what he doing what the the talent make
Everybody chilling fooling while I calibrate
I'll be in the city with it or I'm outta state
Ima show y'all how to move it how to calibrate
Imma calibrate
Gotta calibrate
I don't need the extra talking what the balance say
I don't care about who want it or who validate
When I feel up in a mood man imma calibrate
Time to finally go and unlock his potential
Never been a homie with a glock to his mental
Used to dealing with depression when I got sentimental
Bring it to the booth now I knock instrumentals
Some want the freshest hi-tops and some denims
I ain't worried bout no jean pants this in my genetics
I spit the future, everything I say prophetic
I ain't making profit now but soon they'll choose a payment method
Credit, debit, put it on the reddit
No better, medic who the one offended
Man you always know I meant it the minute that I said it
And that's never accidental, diminished, or augmented
I'm a hundred full percent of committed 'til I finish
Thankful for the gift in here knowing that god sent it
Never really had time for talking and gossiping
All I know is all you babies, and ladies, and guys sipping on it
Man they wonder what he doing what the the talent make
Everybody chilling fooling while I calibrate
I'll be in the city with it or I'm outta state
Imma show y'all how to move it how to calibrate
Imma calibrate
Gotta calibrate
I don't need the extra talking what the balance say
I don't care about who want it or who validate
When I feel up in a mood man imma calibrate
Packing up my bags man I'm drifting off
Still I'm tryna place all these missing thoughts
Body present but I dip at different ntervals
Mining in a different cave picking up these minerals
Lactic acid out my muscles while he trying
The realest out there know the loudest hustle always quiet
Distance never 'bout who run it quick or who gon' struggle through
But life's a game and man you only get a couple moves, so
If you want it man you gotta put those things away
It's been my time, when I'm not tripping I ain't thinking straight
A cloudy mental homie, black precipitation
This stuff ain't like feelings it don't lack reciprocation
People and existence man it's gon' pass
Work if it's a minute or I'm known last
Feel it in my gut man I'm needing something
I'm not worried who I'm pleasing while my feet are bleeding, running
Tryna make a figure from what started as a hobby
Everybody say you shouldn't do it less it's all for the culture
Homie, I just got a girlie that I gotta get over
But still we caught up in material talking I need purpose
Y'all can't vision nothing that's lower than sea surface
You don't like it you can go take the receipt and return it
Came to cook em convection within the beat and then burn it
They told the kid get a mission mind was missing as much
Eyes red to his retinas, it was written as such
Couldn't sit with a box never fit wit a clutch
Now I'm classically conditioned to be different to touch
If they brush it off, I'm bringing it back
That's production or thinking talking or singing or rap
I'll adjust it by the increment I'm all for the prize
Do it all 'til they dotting t's and I'm crossing their eyes I get it
Man they wonder what he doing what the the talent make
Everybody chilling fooling while I calibrate
I'll be in the city with it or I'm outta state
Ima show y'all how to move it how to calibrate
Imma calibrate
Gotta calibrate
I don't need the extra talking what the balance say
I don't care about who want it or who validate
When I feel up in a mood man imma calibrate
Time to finally go and unlock his potential
Never been a homie with a glock to his mental
Used to dealing with depression when I got sentimental
Bring it to the booth now I knock instrumentals
Some want the freshest hi-tops and some denims
I ain't worried bout no jean pants this in my genetics
I spit the future, everything I say prophetic
I ain't making profit now but soon they'll choose a payment method
Credit, debit, put it on the reddit
No better, medic who the one offended
Man you always know I meant it the minute that I said it
And that's never accidental, diminished, or augmented
I'm a hundred full percent of committed 'til I finish
Thankful for the gift in here knowing that god sent it
Never really had time for talking and gossiping
All I know is all you babies, and ladies, and guys sipping on it
Man they wonder what he doing what the the talent make
Everybody chilling fooling while I calibrate
I'll be in the city with it or I'm outta state
Imma show y'all how to move it how to calibrate
Imma calibrate
Gotta calibrate
I don't need the extra talking what the balance say
I don't care about who want it or who validate
When I feel up in a mood man imma calibrate
Packing up my bags man I'm drifting off
Still I'm tryna place all these missing thoughts
Body present but I dip at different ntervals
Mining in a different cave picking up these minerals
Lactic acid out my muscles while he trying
The realest out there know the loudest hustle always quiet
Distance never 'bout who run it quick or who gon' struggle through
But life's a game and man you only get a couple moves, so
If you want it man you gotta put those things away
It's been my time, when I'm not tripping I ain't thinking straight
A cloudy mental homie, black precipitation
This stuff ain't like feelings it don't lack reciprocation
People and existence man it's gon' pass
Work if it's a minute or I'm known last
Feel it in my gut man I'm needing something
I'm not worried who I'm pleasing while my feet are bleeding, running
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