Yellow Brick Road (feat. Ace P)

I took that yellow brick road looking for gold
And I tried to sell em the dream, but they ain't sold
You could check my pockets, I'm broke, bank account low, no bank roll
Quit my job, spent my money on clothes and puts and calls
A least I got a lot of options
Wonder what I'm doing when nobodies watching
All in your business like they're shopping
Well it's time to bring the mop in
Bitch I'm closed off, I don't like talking

Honestly, I probably already said too much
I'm antisocial so to get to know me don't rush
Because I don't trust that you don't have malicious intentions
Redeeming qualities don't mean you qualify for redemption
But I have a tendency to be naïve
And too many people know what they can get from me- before they leave
Bless em with the god flow then wish em all godspeed
Oh, now their eyes on me?
They want a show? Let's see...
What can I do but give the people what they want
I'll play the entertainer like my name was Joplin, Scott
No really it's fine cause I could do what they can't
Like Wanda I wave my wand when my wishes need grants
POOF!
Isn't it fairly odd how I manifest what I want?
How my life feels like a movie, been cast the lead spot
I'm never at rest for long and this is only the start
Believe me, I know my stats and I'mma make the top charts

I took that yellow brick road looking for gold
And I tried to sell em the dream, but they ain't sold
You could check my pockets, I'm broke, bank account low, no bank roll
Quit my job, spent my money on clothes and puts and calls
A least I got a lot of options
Wonder what I'm doing when nobodies watching
All in your business like they're shopping
Well it's time to bring the mop in
Bitch I'm closed off, I don't like talking

Plus, we don't have too much in common
I'm steady plottin
I'm making impacts, I'm tectonic
You a rat, you bubonic
You a bloodsucker, well I'm garlic
You starstruck? I'm cosmic
I'm gin, baby you are just the tonic
See, you a serpent, stay out my garden
No, I don't bargain
Oh, you confused cause the flow is demonic
3, 2, 1- I take off like a rocket
You been exhausted
Maybe you had a dream but the vision got myopic
Maybe your eyes burned with passion like the goblet
Maybe they clowned you for it, a bunch of comics
So you dropped the topic
Thought you wised up but got outsmarted
Couldn't be me, get what I want and that's number one, no cap
What's in your wallet?
Honestly, fuck the cost cause I am the prophet

I took that yellow brick road looking for gold
I tried to sell em the dream but they ain't sold
Well it's time to bring the mop in
Bitch I'm closed off, I don't like talking



Credits
Writer(s): Ariana Ross
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