Control the Narrative

Connected to a power that can flourish all my dreams
Gotta tap into my consciousness to realize what it means
I'm not keen on the screen, what you do for entertainment
I just go my way and let it burn like Usher Raymond

Deceive me with your thoughts, tryna say that I be destined
Interrogating minds, only got my mind in question
What you want from me
Oh, you can chill and smoke a blunt with me

Got suicidal thoughts, but you can take this gun from me
Don't trust in people, don't trust in cathedral, we all die
I feel ashamed up in this game that's throughout God's eyes
Tryna be so down, but who control the narrative

Painting pictures that sex sells, little sis sharing it
Only get attention from the people breaking hearts
I'm just tryna be so blessed, but had this curse from the start
Let's go, ain't tryna hold back, you should get your soul back

The devil got it on discount and you should know that
Depend to him, it's only rotten in society
You tryna walk a straight line, but blew it like sobriety
Connected to a power that can flourish all my dreams

Gotta tap into my consciousness to realize what it means
I'm not keen on the screen saying, fuck your entertainment
They only out to win, but you can have it, I'm not playing

Control
The narrative
Control
The narrative
Guess it's time for me to start, let me get to all this talking

The world in my hands, got it spinning like some Spalding
Coffins, passing them out, you can get one bargain
Price, just throw your hands up high, just like an auction
You can get one for the low price of free 99

Same cost of keeping your business, the fuck up outta mine
You rather just spend the time talking bad about people you like
Same breath saying you love, boy I have half a mind
Damn sure don't have the time, you definitely don't have the spine

To fuck with me, my mind a buck 50, on the Audubon
You're more like a receptionist, when it come to closing time
Tryna answer the phone, fuck the narrative, I control the mind
So what you thought id sit in my room, had me a big salk

Crying about how my life went, the lack of the results
Looking at your nice things, thinking it should be me, bro
Looking at you like you supposed to be my big hero
Shit no, run out the house with a gun or pitchfork

If I can't get mine around here, you better get low
Control
The narrative
Control
The narrative



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Birch
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