Geppetto's Hands (SB4)
The Midwest got the music biz in a frenzy
I came alive when the odds stacked up against me
More of a arsonist than Arsenio Hall
My dark and cynical thoughts
I scribbled em on the wall
For tangible motivation for anybody that's lost
I was
Blessed with the curse to see life through a different lens
Feel like the only thing I ever did right was with a pen
Swear I then been through everything at least twice except the pen
Reality start to mimick a knife piercing yo skin
In the shallows reaching for wind Like will he sink will he swim
Tell me is art really art if you don't feel it
Been conjuring up these lyrics from places dark as my pigment
A vessel or a reflection of Cleveland living condition
It's winter but niggas sweating, block hot as fajita skillets
My mind littered with visions of vengeance and pretty women
Duality at its finest the pendulum steady shifting
And swinging like tennis rackets at Wimbledon
This ain't for the internet or for radio censorship
Give a fuck bout a image
My resume say I been the shit
On yo porch early morning knocking like jehovah witnesses
With issues and magazines just to show you how real it get
Still ignorant
Every Nigga I cut off I'm doing better then
And every bitch that deserted me want a second chance
A bunch of puppets just searching for something real again
You view it differently when you move with Geppetto's hands
A lot of ghetto intelligence, dash of elegance
Rather lay on my back in a casket than back pedaling
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's deeper than rap, isn't it
Treated addys like M&M's
Know a relapse eminent
All in the name of tryna stay sane while yo spirit fidgeting
Crafted a lane by murdering any name that they put me with
Knowing they ain't ill as him
Homie just illiterate
Eww
Big bambi the silver lining like how could he fail
Deep coughing got weed particles under his nails
Hard body I been solid know these niggas frail
Dick ride for attention should be ashamed of yourself
And they just do it for clout imagine what they'd do for wealth
Shit repulsive
Not one to be brown nosing
I was on the ground strolling
While you had the blinds open
Tryna get a glimpse
And catch a peak inside the jungle we was living in
No open casket caught him slipping next to Open Pitt
Hole in one
Chopping down whoever walking up
Wrong tree to be barking up
2 close to being the 1
This pencil a loaded gun
Fuck it, keep it
I came alive when the odds stacked up against me
More of a arsonist than Arsenio Hall
My dark and cynical thoughts
I scribbled em on the wall
For tangible motivation for anybody that's lost
I was
Blessed with the curse to see life through a different lens
Feel like the only thing I ever did right was with a pen
Swear I then been through everything at least twice except the pen
Reality start to mimick a knife piercing yo skin
In the shallows reaching for wind Like will he sink will he swim
Tell me is art really art if you don't feel it
Been conjuring up these lyrics from places dark as my pigment
A vessel or a reflection of Cleveland living condition
It's winter but niggas sweating, block hot as fajita skillets
My mind littered with visions of vengeance and pretty women
Duality at its finest the pendulum steady shifting
And swinging like tennis rackets at Wimbledon
This ain't for the internet or for radio censorship
Give a fuck bout a image
My resume say I been the shit
On yo porch early morning knocking like jehovah witnesses
With issues and magazines just to show you how real it get
Still ignorant
Every Nigga I cut off I'm doing better then
And every bitch that deserted me want a second chance
A bunch of puppets just searching for something real again
You view it differently when you move with Geppetto's hands
A lot of ghetto intelligence, dash of elegance
Rather lay on my back in a casket than back pedaling
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's deeper than rap, isn't it
Treated addys like M&M's
Know a relapse eminent
All in the name of tryna stay sane while yo spirit fidgeting
Crafted a lane by murdering any name that they put me with
Knowing they ain't ill as him
Homie just illiterate
Eww
Big bambi the silver lining like how could he fail
Deep coughing got weed particles under his nails
Hard body I been solid know these niggas frail
Dick ride for attention should be ashamed of yourself
And they just do it for clout imagine what they'd do for wealth
Shit repulsive
Not one to be brown nosing
I was on the ground strolling
While you had the blinds open
Tryna get a glimpse
And catch a peak inside the jungle we was living in
No open casket caught him slipping next to Open Pitt
Hole in one
Chopping down whoever walking up
Wrong tree to be barking up
2 close to being the 1
This pencil a loaded gun
Fuck it, keep it
Credits
Writer(s): Stanley Edwards
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