Masterpiece
If you drive in the dark then the light is a burden
You thinkin' the glare gonna block what you see
When I'm hidin' the marks then it might be a warning
I don't wanna show what's on under my sleeves
Their lightning remarks never quite know what hurt 'em
See frightening current events on the screen
when I try to restart, take the mic, open curtain
I'm fightin' the current for what I believe
I still battle addiction and further my vision
Addicted to life in addition to that
It's not addin' up double check my conviction
It's harder to tell when I put on my mask
I'm smokin' too much so I double the smacks
Stayed in on a hunch so I double the snacks
I double the packs, I double the stash
My troublin' past, that's rubble to racks
When I let my intuition take the reigns attempt to lead
It usually tends to stray me from my path my destiny
So I look up to the Father to set me straight no chains on me
And he opens up my eyes I'm a child of God his masterpiece
When the demons start to circle I keep the nightlights in my room
'Cause nothing good comes from the dark except impending doom
And I hate stayin' in but I hate goin' out my thoughts make it hard to sleep
But I'm the master of my life this is my art my masterpiece
Back in the pickup I'm with the boy Willy
He tellin' me go on and stack up a milly
He ask if I want it I just tell him really
I gotta stop tokin' I just get too silly
But back to my ways I'm just fuckin' my bitch again
Tired of all of the trips down to Michigan
Need to get back to myself in the kitchen then
Damn near forgot what the 'riginal mission was
Sick of the tryin' to keep up in relevance
Tellin' myself just to not end up penniless
Ride with the pack and we actin' like menaces
Tryin' to just get my hands on the medicines
Need to start thinkin' of life and its benefits
Need to start thinkin' of life and get ready shit
Startin' to work on myself I'm the delegate
Drop all the shit and my life has been better since
When I let my intuition take the reigns attempt to lead
It usually tends to stray me from my path my destiny
So I look up to the Father to set me straight no chains on me
And he opens up my eyes I'm a child of God his masterpiece
When the demons start to circle I keep the nightlights in my room
'Cause nothing good comes from the dark except impending doom
And I hate stayin' in but I hate goin' out my thoughts make it hard to sleep
But I'm the master of my life this is my art my masterpiece
I'm spendin' a check but I'm makin' it back
Never think of the bills just the front of my cap
Got me feelin' the same as the roads in the hood
'Cause I come with the heat and they tell me I'm cracked
It's harder to stop when they all on yo' ass
I'm itchin' for more like the money a rash
They muggin' me dirty and like to stay cheesin'
They trynna act cool 'til we pull up with macs
I act like a boss just look at the facts
I deal with the paper the work and the muscle
They act like I'm lost just look at the maps
It's real with the staples the merk and the struggle
I keep talkin' shit but I really am subtle
A king of the ink razor sharp like a cuttle
Never fishin' for hooks never changin' my colors
Not leavin' with holes master piecin' my puzzle
You thinkin' the glare gonna block what you see
When I'm hidin' the marks then it might be a warning
I don't wanna show what's on under my sleeves
Their lightning remarks never quite know what hurt 'em
See frightening current events on the screen
when I try to restart, take the mic, open curtain
I'm fightin' the current for what I believe
I still battle addiction and further my vision
Addicted to life in addition to that
It's not addin' up double check my conviction
It's harder to tell when I put on my mask
I'm smokin' too much so I double the smacks
Stayed in on a hunch so I double the snacks
I double the packs, I double the stash
My troublin' past, that's rubble to racks
When I let my intuition take the reigns attempt to lead
It usually tends to stray me from my path my destiny
So I look up to the Father to set me straight no chains on me
And he opens up my eyes I'm a child of God his masterpiece
When the demons start to circle I keep the nightlights in my room
'Cause nothing good comes from the dark except impending doom
And I hate stayin' in but I hate goin' out my thoughts make it hard to sleep
But I'm the master of my life this is my art my masterpiece
Back in the pickup I'm with the boy Willy
He tellin' me go on and stack up a milly
He ask if I want it I just tell him really
I gotta stop tokin' I just get too silly
But back to my ways I'm just fuckin' my bitch again
Tired of all of the trips down to Michigan
Need to get back to myself in the kitchen then
Damn near forgot what the 'riginal mission was
Sick of the tryin' to keep up in relevance
Tellin' myself just to not end up penniless
Ride with the pack and we actin' like menaces
Tryin' to just get my hands on the medicines
Need to start thinkin' of life and its benefits
Need to start thinkin' of life and get ready shit
Startin' to work on myself I'm the delegate
Drop all the shit and my life has been better since
When I let my intuition take the reigns attempt to lead
It usually tends to stray me from my path my destiny
So I look up to the Father to set me straight no chains on me
And he opens up my eyes I'm a child of God his masterpiece
When the demons start to circle I keep the nightlights in my room
'Cause nothing good comes from the dark except impending doom
And I hate stayin' in but I hate goin' out my thoughts make it hard to sleep
But I'm the master of my life this is my art my masterpiece
I'm spendin' a check but I'm makin' it back
Never think of the bills just the front of my cap
Got me feelin' the same as the roads in the hood
'Cause I come with the heat and they tell me I'm cracked
It's harder to stop when they all on yo' ass
I'm itchin' for more like the money a rash
They muggin' me dirty and like to stay cheesin'
They trynna act cool 'til we pull up with macs
I act like a boss just look at the facts
I deal with the paper the work and the muscle
They act like I'm lost just look at the maps
It's real with the staples the merk and the struggle
I keep talkin' shit but I really am subtle
A king of the ink razor sharp like a cuttle
Never fishin' for hooks never changin' my colors
Not leavin' with holes master piecin' my puzzle
Credits
Writer(s): Aero Prophet
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