Conscious Who Listens Lyrics

Feel like I've been on for a minute

Feel like I'm complimenting all of this winning

I get it, I got it, I went and just did it

So next time you talk, be conscious who listens

G-O-D talks, I just listen

Lord knows I live a blessed existence

Imagine I reframed the image to show all the blemish

On all the bastards who claim they are different

The difference don't claim that I'm flawless

I know I'm not perfect despite all of this winning

Some people take to their ethos, inflating their ego

But when they don't get it, they topple the pieces

The envy is obvious, brain rearranged like they got a lobotomy

Popping off, you know I gotta be

Cash in the corner, economy

Walk in the building, I stare at the ceiling

Challenge myself and I'm pushing the boundaries

Moving to maxs, maybe it's amazing, maybe I just passed that

Maybe I pulled up and asked where the cash at

Back of the coupe with a hatchback

Soaring through life, but sometimes I'm losing my traction

Various fashion, invariably different from what was imagined

Seems like I pulled my way up from a has-been to a has-it

Yes, he has it, boy, he's got magic way that, he's spazzing

Feels like I pull up and it got him asking

Is that really you rapping?

Feels like it's magic, the way I got 52 cards in my pocket

You know we gon' have it, I switch with the flows

Told me go slow, but sometimes I'm really just spazzing

We laugh when we step in the building, end on the ceiling

My head is up in the clouds and I can't go down

I live for the moment, I'm here right now

Wait, give me three minutes

Mic check right now

Feel like I've been on for a minute

Feel like I'm complimenting all of this winning

I get it, I got it, I went and just did it

So next time you talk, be conscious who listens

G-O-D talks, I just listen

Lord knows I live a blessed existence

I'm living my life and I'm living quite backwards

I'm chilling with Thomas and some glorious bastards

I live for the moment, smile through laughter

I wanna make bank, but I don't need the power

Give me the cash then I dip out the back door

Then maybe get married, shoutout death of a bachelor

Chill in the studio, with a couple of bachelors

Then hop in the pool, just to balance the atmosphere

Serpents inside of your circle think you are friends

But they see you a little different

Dreams without purpose are worthless

Look out the window, I drift to abyss

I see life as a marathon

But I'm still living in sprints

Hit a quick lap, then I dip

Get a little high off of this

Woah, Get a little high, I look at the sky

I realize there's truly no ceiling

I'm in my own mind, I guess by design

Truly I'm bound to make killings

I want the cash, I want the cream

But truly I want you to listen

G-O-D talks, I just listen

Lord knows I live a blessed existence