[Part I]

[Intro: Jacque Lorraine, Conscience]

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse: Conscience]

I got the keys to life like Stevie Wonder

You can't see wonder, I'm freezin' pipes, wonder why I'm even crimes

These seas unavoidable, like, will I ever see the light?

These beats gettin' me right though, like Sly Huncho, I'm squeezin' mics

Like when it's breezin' time, I'm floatin' to no avail

Got bars like jail cells, but I won't get no prison mail

I hope I get my flowers, like, way before I even die

All my talent rots away with my body, and that is this demise

But it's not my time yet to think about that life now

I only write these songs and make these raps to bite down

I make these rappers die down, mmm, yeah

If you flyin', then I'm flyin' too, I'm off the grid line

I'm crossin' change of force, I get the Porsche, and then the clothesline

I made this beat on my phone, so you can keep all your lines

Cash flow spreadin' like cancer, you can see all the signs

The game I [?], I'll release all that bothers me

Your life is movin' fast, so why waste time tryna find me?

Feelin' like a prodigy, I hope my kids [?]

So save all the apologies, one day, you'll be stayin' callin' me

I see my [?] followin' me into the depths

A [?], I'm feelin' lucid when I step in my dreams

The truth is [?] Rufus Wain', yet the time just [?]

And time is useless, really, when you lose it tryna scheme

[Segue]

My psyche was scarred in my art student days

[Part II]

[Intro: Jacque Lorraine]

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me get into it for a minute, yeah

[Verse: Jacque Lorraine & Conscience]

I came back really fitted, and I'm feelin' pretty safe

The pen marked paper, glue you to it like mache

My words scary ideas, listen what I say

They not super simple, soul ambition what I pray

The four-door 4x4, twelve feelin' brave

Motorboat our phones to coordinate another play

Sittin' in a dark room, visitin' the days

When the check don't bounce, and Joey hittin' parlay

Stay kickin' all day, pickin' what I crave

Not worried 'bout what's comin' next or when's the next grave

I'm busy worryin' 'bout when my day becomes great (Yeah, mmm)

I take my licks in the storm, couple shawties did me wrong

But I came back hittin' like the bass in my song

My brother know we'll make it long as we ain't go alone

So the music got emotion and a piece of our soul

Bought the opposition, ended it without a pole

The people chose the rappers if you listen to the polls

A little portion after this, but this the real fold

A simple sort of adjective for when we gettin' off (Yeah)

If we say we makin' art, the art is what we mean

Came in with the sauce, the beats that defy things

A swing and a miss, you rappers can bite me

Keep a batter at the plate, makin' bread by divine means

We stayin' in our lane, keep flashin' the high beams

Blast away your [?], hands up like Triton beams

Still twinnin' with my homie, you thought we was siamese

Time is tickin', run the clock, 'cause thirteen is when I steam