Steam

Hello everybody
Um
Go get after it
Enough wasting time with shit
Just go do something
Haha

I ain't written in a minute but I still get it done
Walk in a quiet studio and come out with a banger
Keep the vault on fresh, always got some shit to hum
Drop it all around the world I ain't holding back none
Cuz life's too short to go out like a bitch
I don't wanna be too old and be thinking "I wish"
So I move out like I'm late for something
Keep my focus on the process, the paper coming
I'm getting too old for just wasting time
So I always make sure I'm getting paid for mine
What an amazing life, I'm living major, nice
Live everyday with a smile on my face that's bright
I'm like He-Man, cooking up heat damn
These days my phone blowing up like the weed man
Everyday the weekend, damn what a sweet plan
Everything's going just the way it's supposed to be man

Starved em of the taste, and now we serving up a sample
Never mismanagin' flows while the beats getting manhandled
Feeling like the prime example
Of a man that beat the odds, so offten it isn't odd
So all that he does is gamble
Tame like Impala, I'm rarely off the handle
Found glory in the rap, so I restored it from the shambles
I'm sorry for the rant, but sometimes but you gotta ramble
Intelligent legitimate spitter, that's Mikey Lambo
Cleverly leveraging every last letter,
Til situations position me for the better endeavors
And though I rarely like to boast, I'm more grounded than most
Though at my best, I really do seem to float like a feather
This is mastery mixed with professionalism
Cause you only come correct when you invest in the vision
Don't it get twisted, I administer executive decisions
While I'm serving up these writtens with an effortless rhythm

And I bet that I give em hell, then again that's a given
I guarantee every listen come with a gem I can give em
I got some venom within me, I feel the rush in my veins
Come with precision I hit em, nobody fuck with my aim
In other words, I don't miss
All I wanna do is this
I wanna make the music that got em all asking "Who is this?"
I wear the shoe that fits
I do me, to not would be ludicrous
Come off as rude a bit but the truth is I'm kinda cool with it
Cuz I know I'm only pissing off the betas
Got it covered, every thing from alpha down to zeta
Each and every single way you want it, I can cater
Started underground, now I'm fly like cicadas
From paying off overdraft fees to what you see
From frustrated feeling stuck to fuckin' free
You can't fuck with me, it's really something to see
I'm making bread, fuck fighting for a crumb to eat

Supplying the demand for the popular rhythms,
On top of unraveling riddles that knock the noggin a little
Never misconstruing plots, forever jottin' the memo
Learned from the bottom you can be on top on the middle
And that meddling in the middle from the top is just not your job
Sometimes to progress, you gotta stop and pause
Check perspective, Trek to the root of the cause
And double check the true worth of breaking the laws
Lawd
Feeling like depth's definition
On life's hike towards the sights that lie beyond the vision
Pinpointing heights that only like minds could visit
Described in a way for the right brain to get it
Fame is a given from the way I slay the writtens
Make positive change until the game's behaving different
Shining so bright, haters fade in the distance
My verses dissipate the hate in an instant



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Parker Ii
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