(Intro)

When I hear that sound, sound gonna get there

When I fly right down, down to the dead center

When i let my guard down will I get there?

If I stay too long am I left there

(Verse 1)

Look at me already

Front and center

Like it's hibachi, pour some saki

Watch me chef a dinner

I’m vet as fuck, like teddy bruschi was

I’m no beginner

The pencil poke a hole inside my heart to see what’s in it

Tell her caption me

Pour it baby

You know they make up all their lines

This ain’t Sephora baby

Need a menorah maybe

I’m lucky 7s till the end

A star of David next

Shout out to all my Jewish friends

Sometimes I wanna say some lines that sucks

You’re with me Right?

Like everything don’t always have to be so that tight

Like this ain’t math class Matt, be less calculated

It’s hip hop and man, you’re privileged just to hit these stages

So make it pure and real

You’re just a foreigner here

But don’t be that concerned 'bout tryna find a purpose here

Let’s make it more sincere

Make sure its from the gut

And let em know you can be nice, but still be nice as fuck

I wanna mind my business

I wanna rap my ass off

I wanna grind my sentences

And maybe make some cash off it

I wanna come with a change up

Then mow em with a fast ball

I want the verse like 5 o’clock

I want the words like last call

No clue what I meant by that

But I know I was sent by rap

It’s so new how I vent like that

But they don’t even mention me yet

Another project dead in the books, so that’s 3 tattoos under foot

Jones said he’d get the 5 on him soon, but I think he's gotta come with a hook

I wanna mind my business

I wanna just be happy

I hope you do too

Let’s make it one big family

Hope you got that mindset good

If it's not, don't near me

Keep tumbleweed rolling

That’s why nobody near me

It’s been me my only enemy my whole life long

Now when I️ hit the stage the energy like oh my god

And it get hard to practice empathy when I️ drop bombs

But I want peace so am I hypocrite when I write songs?

I️ got my iPhone 7 in a death grip, rap

With my life centered round the notepad app

If you’re a low life, know that I️ can’t co-sign that

It’s like I️ code write, can’t keep up with the language I️ spat

And then people call me nice and act like they broke news

Like I️m some microwaved rapper, or I️ don’t make moves

Like I️ didn’t spend my nights on Bradford out with Cream and good

Like cray tape wasn’t a factor, I️ just jumped hopped in the pool

As if I wasn’t up in 208, fordelo next door

As if I didn’t have the throw aways and go write more

As if I didn’t quit a couple times and say fuck this

As if I️ never plan to take it to where I can’t miss

But now I’ve rapped long enough it’s an extension of me

I get the beat bending, all these little intricacies

But I ain’t 10,000 yet I’m no where near Kung-fu

But watch what happen if I keep on rapping my own truth

I been double lapping double back stroking oceans carefully

They love my rap, they ask for it

In fact they wanna cheer for me

I love the craft I study I️t in fact I️m on my MBA

Got bourbon up inside my lemonade it’s Maeko Hemingway

(Outro)

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