[Hook]
I told them all I do is work homie
You know where to find me
24/7, isolated in confinement
I ain't got the time to sit around with you
Got too much on my mind, too many things to do
I'm plotting on that peace of mind, I keeps it tight
I'm plotting on the benz with rims, I makes it fat
I'm plotting with these flows and rhymes I makes it snap
I'm praying that we blow, but let me make it known
That all I do is work homie
You know where to find me
24/7, isolated in confinement
I ain't got the time to sit around with you
Got too much on my mind, too many things to do
[Verse 1]
I'm obliged to explain how it is
Now with this pen that I grip
I rips the page to bits and pieces
This beat is bumping
Believe that the bar has been raised a little
I'm feeling the pressure
Never the lesser I lecture & lead
I do this with ease, now please
Don't make comparisons
Parallel to a parody
Based off your ignorance
All of that surface listening
Casual listeners can't even hear me I guess
Been going crazy lately trying to find the source of my stress
I'm insecure internally, proceed with my lack of success
It seems to consume all my thoughts til I can no longer see
As I fade away from the memories I repressed and reveal 'em
I'm concealing all of my feelings and spill 'em on instrumentals
My temple is a conundrum, can't be bought for no lump sum
Some of us reach the summit but most of us plummet
I pray for you that it is the former and never the latter
Overlooking every shortcoming like they never mattered, what it do?
I told them all I do is work homie
You know where to find me
24/7, isolated in confinement
I ain't got the time to sit around with you
Got too much on my mind, too many things to do
I'm plotting on that peace of mind, I keeps it tight
I'm plotting on the benz with rims, I makes it fat
I'm plotting with these flows and rhymes I makes it snap
I'm praying that we blow, but let me make it known
That all I do is work homie
You know where to find me
24/7, isolated in confinement
I ain't got the time to sit around with you
Got too much on my mind, too many things to do
[Verse 1]
I'm obliged to explain how it is
Now with this pen that I grip
I rips the page to bits and pieces
This beat is bumping
Believe that the bar has been raised a little
I'm feeling the pressure
Never the lesser I lecture & lead
I do this with ease, now please
Don't make comparisons
Parallel to a parody
Based off your ignorance
All of that surface listening
Casual listeners can't even hear me I guess
Been going crazy lately trying to find the source of my stress
I'm insecure internally, proceed with my lack of success
It seems to consume all my thoughts til I can no longer see
As I fade away from the memories I repressed and reveal 'em
I'm concealing all of my feelings and spill 'em on instrumentals
My temple is a conundrum, can't be bought for no lump sum
Some of us reach the summit but most of us plummet
I pray for you that it is the former and never the latter
Overlooking every shortcoming like they never mattered, what it do?
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