[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Let my synths do the talking and just sit back
Yeah, I don’t talk a lot
People love to label
I’m a poet spitting monologue
Genres? Yeah I’ve got them all
I catch them like it’s Pokemon, (aye, aye)
Wait I’m getting nauseous, yeah I called it, this beat is Adderall
Drowning in that ocelot
I’m playing, not an awful lot
I get the fame, I hear my name, like, only when I’m dozing off
And I’m ‘bout to blast like a shotgun, had to saw it off
Old heads, had to chop them off
P.Y.? He got so evolved
[Chorus]
Listen, got my vision, I’ll be livid if I miss it, ho
P.Y., you creative, will you make it? Will we ever know?
My LTD got 1, 2, 3, 4 artists and we making dough
Artists and we making dough
Where’s the ceiling? I don’t know
[Verse 2]
My new deal green like AOC wrote it
I’m in your top ten, man you don’t even know it (ok, hold up)
L-E-A-D P-Y, see I’m off like a jet, same lane like a Boeing
Treat me the same way that they did COVID
Mandate lockdown when I’m in motion
Lockdown when I’m down deep in emotion
Make beats, no sleep, there go my slogan
Mans had to get it, he had to go in man
He took out the trash, no relapse, got no limit
I looked at my fathers and followed their mimic
I’m winning just spitting off the sampled snippet
Oh who is he kidding?
Writes raps in the kitchen
Think he’ll just blow up like the Ramen, like instant
Looked at my fathers and followed their mimic
I’m winning just spitting off the sampled snippet I’m-
[Verse 3]
Paving my own roads? I be switching into lanes, aye
Spreading all my talent like a knife with marmalade, wait
Y’all be playing games, go decay in an arcade, aye
Beat so dirty, 808s darker than my own shade, aye (hold up, aye, yuh)
Oh, I’m handsome
Overdosed ego, breaking bad like Cranston
Murdered the beat, oh I see it turned into a phantom
The way I make this green think I’ma need a lantern
Making green like Lantern, yuh
I pull up and amaze
When I spit I let it rain
Yeah, I go against the grain
Use talents to entertain
Use talents when I'm on stage
Boy be sicker than a plague
Way I spit this heat, they call me Zuko when I flame (let’s go)
[Chorus]
Listen, got my vision, I’ll be livid if I miss it, hoe
P.Y., you creative, will you make it? Will we ever know? (oh my god)
My LTD got 1, 2, 3, 4 artists and we making dough
Artists and we making dough
Where’s the ceiling? I don’t know
[Verse 4]
Now they wanna call a truce
Label heads introduce
S&P LTD, label mates on the move
The gang tighter than a noose
We got the sauce, got the juice
Yeah they all in pursuit
Got them up from they snooze
Now that I'm on, they wanna sign me up, psych you thought
You wanna play chess with me? It's on
Way smarter than that, I'm not your pawn
Smarter than that, I'm not a blonde
Flow so clean, Bed Bath Beyond
Still blowing up, atomic bomb
Everything off the top, salon, flow Freon
When you step up tread lightly ‘cause I'll run a fade on sight
Swear these cats a different font ‘cause I swear they not my type
And the only gang I mess with is myself and then my tribe
Innovate and elevate? Oh yeah I think I might (run it)
[Chorus]
Listen, got my vision, I’ll be livid if I miss it, ho
P.Y., you creative, will you make it? Will we ever know?
My LTD got 1, 2, 3, 4 artists and we making dough
Artists and we making dough
Where’s the ceiling? I don’t know
Listen, got my vision, I’ll be livid if I miss it, ho
P.Y., you creative, will you make it? Will we ever know?
My LTD got 1, 2, 3, 4 artists and we making dough
Artists and we making dough
Where’s the ceiling? I don’t know