Clear Thoughts
My mind been racing
I ain't go no patients
Just appointments
I'm appointed
The head of relations
It's important
I been on time support to build relations
Back on track
I fell off
We back to back
With tell alls
My year was shit
Ain't hearing shit that niggas got to say to not to Knock
Just peel off
Couple niggas in borough that'll set off
We back to that
I change lanes
Speed lane
Yeah Track to track
Ain't change
Old ways coming back intact
Like I evolved
I ain't really going back to that
Grabbed penny for a thought
Fuck a vest they
Ain't ducking 9's
Screaming out fuck the 12
Ya lost in time
Where time is a looop and ya be stuck in time
Everybody tryna change
And stuck in line
Everybody now the same
Like plugged in minds
One link to back
Like ya holding lines
And my minds in my hands
Like I'm holding mine
With a middle finger
Screaming close the line
Or close line
Yeah I'm bi lingual
Speak a language i
Niggas just can't sing to
A language
Got you thinking I mind bend you
Like that bald headed nigga
But ya Ginyu
I see ya in you
Nobody thinks for themselves anymore
Aye
Nobody thinks for themselves anymore
Aye
Look
I just cleared my thoughts
As they appear inside my dome
Lot of smoke
Crack a beer
Type the lines outline my quote
Class been repeating itself
You been needing some help
And infantry coming in first
Yeah
Beat em
I beat it to hell
And your team leave with L's when I get on a verse
Yeah
All of ya the same
I ain't really gotta try this part of the game
Skirts tight jeans
Zani bars
With some chicken scratch all in yo face
This new era mad fucked up
I'm from illnatic
That one love
Raised off legends like pun son
Now begin the conundrum
Gave these producers a cape
None of you duplicate noodle head dudes in here Safe
Even with 808's booming
I turn to Houdini
They poof for the day
This black magic
Maxing out
Till the last sabith
And my casket drop
Like KB I don't pass the rock
Ya fade away after a basket shot
And I stand a test in time
Can't arrest the 5
Guess we gon find out
I don't rock clout
I don't rock waves
I don't got robots to fake me them plays
I'm locked in a house
With keys and mouse
Getting this work you won't see me for days
Find you a hobby or something
When Huas and me coming
We obviously running this thang
I ain't go no patients
Just appointments
I'm appointed
The head of relations
It's important
I been on time support to build relations
Back on track
I fell off
We back to back
With tell alls
My year was shit
Ain't hearing shit that niggas got to say to not to Knock
Just peel off
Couple niggas in borough that'll set off
We back to that
I change lanes
Speed lane
Yeah Track to track
Ain't change
Old ways coming back intact
Like I evolved
I ain't really going back to that
Grabbed penny for a thought
Fuck a vest they
Ain't ducking 9's
Screaming out fuck the 12
Ya lost in time
Where time is a looop and ya be stuck in time
Everybody tryna change
And stuck in line
Everybody now the same
Like plugged in minds
One link to back
Like ya holding lines
And my minds in my hands
Like I'm holding mine
With a middle finger
Screaming close the line
Or close line
Yeah I'm bi lingual
Speak a language i
Niggas just can't sing to
A language
Got you thinking I mind bend you
Like that bald headed nigga
But ya Ginyu
I see ya in you
Nobody thinks for themselves anymore
Aye
Nobody thinks for themselves anymore
Aye
Look
I just cleared my thoughts
As they appear inside my dome
Lot of smoke
Crack a beer
Type the lines outline my quote
Class been repeating itself
You been needing some help
And infantry coming in first
Yeah
Beat em
I beat it to hell
And your team leave with L's when I get on a verse
Yeah
All of ya the same
I ain't really gotta try this part of the game
Skirts tight jeans
Zani bars
With some chicken scratch all in yo face
This new era mad fucked up
I'm from illnatic
That one love
Raised off legends like pun son
Now begin the conundrum
Gave these producers a cape
None of you duplicate noodle head dudes in here Safe
Even with 808's booming
I turn to Houdini
They poof for the day
This black magic
Maxing out
Till the last sabith
And my casket drop
Like KB I don't pass the rock
Ya fade away after a basket shot
And I stand a test in time
Can't arrest the 5
Guess we gon find out
I don't rock clout
I don't rock waves
I don't got robots to fake me them plays
I'm locked in a house
With keys and mouse
Getting this work you won't see me for days
Find you a hobby or something
When Huas and me coming
We obviously running this thang
Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Campbell
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