Prized Piece

Sitting on a trove of treasure
What would you do if you had it like that
And you knew that they didn't
It's different when you know what to do and when you get it
Keep it cool like you didn't
And rule without ruling

It's business as usual
I pop shots off a boxed up package they pushing and mob frauds
We seeming a bit psyched for living just how we write
That's the difference
Ain't a instance of bitch in this guy

MFs know that the boat will float
We keep pushing while they coast
Sit adjacent to doulja won't blow it
I'm a foreign object deep off in ya optics
Going conscious for the conscious

Slice some ice I size the mice up
I don't want precise assignments slightly siphoned
Get involved
With the sights
It's how I see it
It ain't over spicy
Slipped in and sneak To the prized piece

So what
That's not how I see it
No one
Can see what I see
High up
Way past the sky be
Always on my job
I'm dying to win

Coming from a place
Every place is a place
Fuck it
I don't wanna die without balls in the buckets
Throw points on the board
Only losers keep score
Matter fact
I'll take the light you keep behind closed doors
It's more
Than mad panic
A fourth of that damage
Could scorch a forest
Drawing from the well
We flooring the boards
Sticking to forcing it
Ya
It's sort of a root source
I'm sick and unfortunately
Charting course s

Can't be a victim
Stricken
Listen
I don't give a shit half as much as I did when
It first hit the fan no Josh Homme
No more baby bottle midnight wake up calls for mommy

It's a cold cruel world if you see it like that
And life's a bitch if she makes you feel all pissy like that
If you'd rather sit and grovel in your misery like that
I'd rather scream atop my soapbox
Make history like that

Or like this
It's Muze to the Sikk
Interviews with my wrist
Like when's the ice coming in?
Shit
Faster than you'll trip
On the fact, I made rapping while explaining the shit

Step by step
Y'all get a play by play
If I had something to say
I'd say it right to your face

I plan to rearrange the game
Turn my mistakes in for fame
And fortune just to live the life
We all would love to obtain
MF

So what
That's not how I see it
No one
Can see what I see
High up
Way past the sky be
Always on my job
I'm dying to win

Sitting on a trove of treasure
What would you do if you had it like that
And you knew that they didn't
It's different when you know what to do and when you get it
Keep it cool like you didn't
And rule without ruling

It's business as usual
I pop shots off a boxed up package they pushing and mob frauds
We seeming a bit psyched for living just how we write
That's the difference
Ain't a instance of bitch in this guy