Pasternak

I got a gift goddammit, Imma share it, take a hit, blunt
Strong like LeGarette but I handled it, lit by just a
Candle and I'm dripping hot wax on my sandals
While I'm picturing my thoughts on the Cobb call me Randall
I got the grip with my hands, now I'm loosenin'
Let go of my problems imma let in the solution and I'm
Mobbing for a chance to be popular
I can see 'em at the top with my binoculars
Cuz a mans got a vision
Suddenly I'm glad when I look at my position
Other bitches work at Gap? Well I'm bridging it, feeling like
An eagle in a city full of pigeons, you ain't even know
I can sneak into buffets, I can clear em out
I can cook-a soufflé, and read a book-in-a day
And you can tell it by the look in my face, I had some
Bullshit coming at me I just push it away, I'm rather
Crafty I would say that that's an attribute I have
I used to have a temper in the past, nowadays
My control is absolute, and I ain't even mad at all
Bitch, y'all writing your raps on bathroom stall walls with a
Sharpie, but somehow still missing the mark, I hit it
Out the park, y'all swing and whiff like with the Sharpie drawing
Beards and mustaches on they Barbies, me I'm writing raps steady
Cashing in on karma I been stashing it, armor on my
Back got smaller must of washed it wrong, captain of the
Plane, I ain't crashing it like Pasternak
Imma break his ass, leave em in a plaster cast
Best he would be is a student in my masterclass
I get sad when I think about the passage of
Time, then I remember when that brown paper package is
Tied, it's full of rhymes they my favorite thing
I gotta stay on the grind, I gotta savor the sting, ayy

Everybody stay in your seats
It's the captain speaking
Don't ask the reason
Everything is in my hands now
So I don't care if you stand up
Or try to hide your face
Cuz my mind is made

I'm standing on a precipice
Boutta send it off a cliff, on the edge about to slip
I'd rather do bad shit than nothing at all
I mean the latter case is adequate but, it doesn't matter if uh
I'm pissed off, pissed at em, pissed on em
Masochist bastards, the masters of the kiss-ass
The wishy-washy pizzazz, digging for a line
But they really need to mine their own mind for they businass
I'm chiseled as a stone statue
I ask who sneeze, but everybody got they nose running atchoo
So cut the snafu, yeah, they'll say you've gone nuts
Til the cashew, and ask about your strategies
They see you powerful and try and nab your batteries
But really I've been taking every charge like I'm Lowry
Cuffed to the rap game no dowry
Yeah I'm in the battle I ain't tryna be a casualty