{Verse 1-Dash}
Caniving stand, before my eyes, the writing hand/ igniting man, to get to where His writing planned/ Spanning out on the beach, and never timin‟ through sand/ only rhymin‟ my hand, the design, it expand/ Re-allignin‟ that strand, co-signin‟ for land/ the po‟ dinin‟ on canned, many fams were unmanned/ A jake club at my man, snap like rubber band/ who‟s huggin this scam? Tryin‟ to rub out my fam?/ I‟m not feelin‟ the portrait, my tongue out in cam/ I retreat from the corporate, gotta bubble my plan/ And see the big picture, more than hubble has panned/ from the rubble to sand, more than trouble you and/ Understand, love it all or do you love what you can?/ Can it be? Gotta touch, take the glove from my hand/ Make sense of the land, eat enough at my jam/ then I puff where I am, so come cuff where I stand/
{Chorus x 1-Dash}
I keep it homemade, study greats, know a trade/ gotta flow to be paid while there‟s doe to be made/ Ease in to the waves, dip my toe then I wade/ flip a ho and she‟s laid, still a pro with my blade/ Made plans are okayed by the boss you evade/ I carry my cross with my cost to be paid/ I‟m earnin‟ the grade while you chose a charade/ refresh your dome piece, home squeezed lemonade/
{Verse 2-Dash}
You hear the shrieking? Travelling the evening/ leave leaking, a reason overseeing your breathing/ Get the point like a bee sting / I‟m seeking the bright light guide, three king/ Can‟t hide feeling the might, tellin‟ me sing/ to the tree cling tight, when the sea bring a beating/ Meeting the end of competing and thieving, weaving my brand upon a key ring/ Glass ceiling, debriefing for a brief fling/ weaklings peek in, y‟all get a free swing/ Unarmed sleepin‟, outside freezing/ no appeasement, for the havoc keep wreaking/ Deep seeding hate so I‟m intervening/ I‟m screenin‟ the guests in this free ring/ Shine to the heavens, like I don‟t need bling/ at the free spring, see it clear it‟s not a me thing, while we sing/
{Chorus x 1-Dash}
I keep it homemade, study greats, know a trade/ gotta flow to be paid while there‟s doe to be masde/ Ease in to the waves, dip my toe then I wade/ flip a ho and she‟s laid, still a pro with my blade/Made plans are okayed by the boss you evade/ I carry my cross with my cost to be paid/ I‟m earnin‟ the grade while you chose a charade/ refresh your dome piece, home squeezed lemonade/
{Verse 3-Dash}
If in the end, what we doin'?, nightmare pursuin‟/ accruin‟ the gems, right there viewin'/ Under glass, citizens from the under pass/ with no break from the sounds when the thunder claps/ We can change how we act, keep it under wraps/ see a life with no strife in my wonder naps/ Pluggin‟ gaps in the ozone, instead of warzones/ and the poor moans, with no rest for sore bones/ Off shore loans, build debt, build more homes/ my core roams to the roof‟s edge, and I do pledge/ To hedge, my bet against what you allege/ as the truth, rhymin‟ that verdict in the booth/ Bit the fruit with my wiz tooth, man up, leave youth/ keep true to the open door than I can leap through/ Invited by a free clue, sequel, deep view/ to the next world got me thinkin‟ me too/
{Chorus x 1-Dash}
I keep it homemade, study greats, know a trade/ gotta flow to be paid while there‟s doe to be made/ Ease in to the waves, dip my toe then I wade/ flip a ho and she‟s laid, still a pro with my blade/ Made plans are okayed by the boss you evade/ I carry my cross with my cost to be paid/ I‟m earnin‟ the grade while you chose a charade/ refresh your dome piece, home squeezed lemonade…..
Caniving stand, before my eyes, the writing hand/ igniting man, to get to where His writing planned/ Spanning out on the beach, and never timin‟ through sand/ only rhymin‟ my hand, the design, it expand/ Re-allignin‟ that strand, co-signin‟ for land/ the po‟ dinin‟ on canned, many fams were unmanned/ A jake club at my man, snap like rubber band/ who‟s huggin this scam? Tryin‟ to rub out my fam?/ I‟m not feelin‟ the portrait, my tongue out in cam/ I retreat from the corporate, gotta bubble my plan/ And see the big picture, more than hubble has panned/ from the rubble to sand, more than trouble you and/ Understand, love it all or do you love what you can?/ Can it be? Gotta touch, take the glove from my hand/ Make sense of the land, eat enough at my jam/ then I puff where I am, so come cuff where I stand/
{Chorus x 1-Dash}
I keep it homemade, study greats, know a trade/ gotta flow to be paid while there‟s doe to be made/ Ease in to the waves, dip my toe then I wade/ flip a ho and she‟s laid, still a pro with my blade/ Made plans are okayed by the boss you evade/ I carry my cross with my cost to be paid/ I‟m earnin‟ the grade while you chose a charade/ refresh your dome piece, home squeezed lemonade/
{Verse 2-Dash}
You hear the shrieking? Travelling the evening/ leave leaking, a reason overseeing your breathing/ Get the point like a bee sting / I‟m seeking the bright light guide, three king/ Can‟t hide feeling the might, tellin‟ me sing/ to the tree cling tight, when the sea bring a beating/ Meeting the end of competing and thieving, weaving my brand upon a key ring/ Glass ceiling, debriefing for a brief fling/ weaklings peek in, y‟all get a free swing/ Unarmed sleepin‟, outside freezing/ no appeasement, for the havoc keep wreaking/ Deep seeding hate so I‟m intervening/ I‟m screenin‟ the guests in this free ring/ Shine to the heavens, like I don‟t need bling/ at the free spring, see it clear it‟s not a me thing, while we sing/
{Chorus x 1-Dash}
I keep it homemade, study greats, know a trade/ gotta flow to be paid while there‟s doe to be masde/ Ease in to the waves, dip my toe then I wade/ flip a ho and she‟s laid, still a pro with my blade/Made plans are okayed by the boss you evade/ I carry my cross with my cost to be paid/ I‟m earnin‟ the grade while you chose a charade/ refresh your dome piece, home squeezed lemonade/
{Verse 3-Dash}
If in the end, what we doin'?, nightmare pursuin‟/ accruin‟ the gems, right there viewin'/ Under glass, citizens from the under pass/ with no break from the sounds when the thunder claps/ We can change how we act, keep it under wraps/ see a life with no strife in my wonder naps/ Pluggin‟ gaps in the ozone, instead of warzones/ and the poor moans, with no rest for sore bones/ Off shore loans, build debt, build more homes/ my core roams to the roof‟s edge, and I do pledge/ To hedge, my bet against what you allege/ as the truth, rhymin‟ that verdict in the booth/ Bit the fruit with my wiz tooth, man up, leave youth/ keep true to the open door than I can leap through/ Invited by a free clue, sequel, deep view/ to the next world got me thinkin‟ me too/
{Chorus x 1-Dash}
I keep it homemade, study greats, know a trade/ gotta flow to be paid while there‟s doe to be made/ Ease in to the waves, dip my toe then I wade/ flip a ho and she‟s laid, still a pro with my blade/ Made plans are okayed by the boss you evade/ I carry my cross with my cost to be paid/ I‟m earnin‟ the grade while you chose a charade/ refresh your dome piece, home squeezed lemonade…..
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