Thoughts
Okay
Stepped over the mental block
Still on the clock
Doing it while others watch
Niggas looking shocked
Electrocution
I'm writing records for my retribution
Don't do the extras just to get included
People always talk
I do the music just to hold the thoughts
I get influence from my counterparts but I'm still tryna outdo them
I guess my evolution turned into a revolution
Sunshine on my face
No stress on my mind well at least for today
Cause Imma always be prepared for the rain
Had to take it back to simple times
When I was only focused on the next rhyme
Fuck it imma drop it on them
Tomorrow I could get dropped off inside the coffin
Fuck the perfection it had me acting awkward
Niggas acting like they the second coming but honestly they really know nothing
How you think you better than the next man
When your damn bed ain't folded up
Holding up your friends because your lens been closed shut
Mama always knew I was the slowest one but imma win the race like the shell on my back
My nigga had to stop at the shell to get a black
And I ain't never been that stressed out
When the road closed I'm supposed to find the next route
Skipping all the rest stops
Got to the spot shaved 10 off the GPS
Breaking up the strain for the pain and stress
Life a bitch in a red dress
Asked her what's her name but it's clear she ain't interested
S&P 500 how I stay invested
Eggs and Avocado Toast for breakfast
Now it's time to check off the checklist for a check
Stepped over the mental block
Still on the clock
Doing it while others watch
Niggas looking shocked
Electrocution
I'm writing records for my retribution
Don't do the extras just to get included
People always talk
I do the music just to hold the thoughts
I get influence from my counterparts but I'm still tryna outdo them
I guess my evolution turned into a revolution
Sunshine on my face
No stress on my mind well at least for today
Cause Imma always be prepared for the rain
Had to take it back to simple times
When I was only focused on the next rhyme
Fuck it imma drop it on them
Tomorrow I could get dropped off inside the coffin
Fuck the perfection it had me acting awkward
Niggas acting like they the second coming but honestly they really know nothing
How you think you better than the next man
When your damn bed ain't folded up
Holding up your friends because your lens been closed shut
Mama always knew I was the slowest one but imma win the race like the shell on my back
My nigga had to stop at the shell to get a black
And I ain't never been that stressed out
When the road closed I'm supposed to find the next route
Skipping all the rest stops
Got to the spot shaved 10 off the GPS
Breaking up the strain for the pain and stress
Life a bitch in a red dress
Asked her what's her name but it's clear she ain't interested
S&P 500 how I stay invested
Eggs and Avocado Toast for breakfast
Now it's time to check off the checklist for a check
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Writer(s): Joshua Toussaint
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