The Landing Lyrics

They didn't see it in me, guess that my disguises worked

When I was rollin' with them boys, youd get your tires burst

We slept with loaded barrels underneath the mattress

And they told me if I get to shootin', put the salt round in first

Respect is mutual, that's the rules, that's just how it works

Could make a month of normal wages in an hour's work

In crowded rooms with sketchy faces and sour smirks

I'd grab the bag and you'd know that I'm bout to count it first

I've come away from coppin' ounces and robbin' houses

I'm not a stranger to rockin' trousers on rotten couches

I've seen them cry and pray while gettin' beatin' half to death

And while I played my part, I never stopped talking to God about it

My honesty was what I never left the house without

But most these cats have started tryin' to play like they were mouse around us

I played it cool, but now I need to air my demons out

I used to air the beam to stay protected when the fiends are out

And still I'm standin', tryin' to find a pool to put my hand in

I've been bendin' rules, I went from ridin' with the tool

To jumpin' on another plane to go and do another show where I'm landin

And still I'm standin', tryin' to find a pool to put my hand in

I've been bendin' rules, I went from ridin' with the two

To jumpin' on another plane to go and do another show where I'm landin

Hey, Uncool Sam, you've seen me in those darker spots

And stuck around to help me with advice and make an artist of me

Regardless what he's decidin' to do

I'ma be ridin' for him, cause he never guarded the truth

Go get that money, man, the mark that you carved doesn't move

It's gon' be harder for me to make it as far without you

Cause you made an artist of me and you made an artist of them

And that shit is harder to do than drivin' a car to the moon

We're there from the start of my road, so even when far from the booth

I'll hold that shit dear to my heart, yeah, I'd give an arm and a tooth

To kill it in this music biz

But I've been stuck up in this loony bin, can barely write a two

It depends on what kinda mood I'm in

I lost alot, so I've been feelin' like I'm due to win

It's Byron Elliot, do it without the pseudonym

Half a year, I've now been clean up off the koota

Had to figure who to drop and when I make it, figure who to bring

And still I'm standin', tryin' to find a pool to put my hand in

I've been bendin' rules, I went from ridin' with the tool

To jumpin' on another plane to go and do another show where I'm landin

And still I'm standin', tryin' to find a pool to put my hand in

I've been bendin' rules, I went from ridin' with the two

To jumpin' on another plane to go and do another show where I'm landin

These just my observations

I used to treat my dirty habits like a job

And say my rappin' was my occupation

And if you think this is a lot to take in

You probably never had to smoke a dirty pipe to stop an altercation

From callin' women bitches, then to callin' bitches hoes

To balls of ice that later led to how my system froze

Convinced that if I took another single hit

That I would end up in a pit

So I've been movin' down a different road

I'm on that Manaz shit

I'm stayin' true to me

My girl along my side hypin' me up

She be like, who the king? You the king

Think of what you'd do if you put time back in your music

It's more than just a song to me

I feel like I'm provin' it

On some Randy Newman shit

My boy, you got a friend in me

And you can depend on me, big homie

Just sayin' thank you while I can

Cause you're deservin' of the flowers

You're gettin' it big, homie

And still I'm standin', tryin' to find a pool to put my hand in

I've been bendin' rules, I went from ridin' with the tool

To jumpin' on another plane to go and do another show where I'm landin

And still I'm standin', tryin' to find a pool to put my hand in

I've been bendin' rules, I went from ridin' with the two

To jumpin' on another plane to go and do another show where I'm landin