232 ft. JustM. Lyrics

Yo

Niggas know I be on stage the way I act a fool

Cast to play your favorite dude

Main attraction, y'all still stuck in practice like it's after school

Sweeter than a berry, way the moonlight turns my black to blue

Like the Oscars, all y'all La La land beside me just to lose

Hard to choose my favorite view, they all good from this altitude

Heard you tried to follow in my footsteps and still got confused

In for morphine how y'all use my name as drug abuse

I'm at the cutting edge, y'all so blunt at best you can pass the spoons

Afternoons to late nights

Fixing verses in between rehearsals, that's a playwright

Stick with Suli, he bullies microphones call it stage fright

Turn that pencil into a toolie and let it bang

The ottoman's what he slays like, know y'all niggas was raised right

So bow before your elders, respect to the hands y'all held to get fifteen seconds of stale light

Grab a pail and prepare to bail yourself out

You drowning in tears of doubt cause life looking at you with snake eyes

You'll never catch me down cause I stay high

Y'all hating on me now but don't know why

They always come around in the end

Leave the sheet they too busy grazing ground with they friends

From out the catacombs I'm bubbling like carbonate water

Like number one on every quiz, Suli started a problem

I'm marching through all the thick and thin like Martin

I solemnly swear that none of you belong Peter Parker in Gotham

The caped crusader battling demons while praying unto the Lord

Channeling beacons, scrambling grievances and niggas is rodents

The mac with the squeezer leave em possum, all laying onto the floor

The knight in shining armor that's slaying monsters and more

I stay diligent, stay inside myself like some solillaquists, my niggas pillage shit

Shooting zeros in bodies on some Lillard shit

Equipment's efficient this ammo never jam

To leave these niggas licked with the stick like fucking letter stamps

The check engine light blaring orange, I got some work to do

The sight of Suli senior's successor's success is irking you

Hurting you to the core knowing it's gon come faster than squirt that spews from a whore

Cause from birth I'm losing the war

And I don't strive for petty dairy, I need all of that goat cheese

Like beefing with a type O, it only gives me protein

Niggas mad I'm living the suite life and you Marion Moseby

You just mad I run this shit like a nosebleed

Gone