You obsessin bout your car, you gotta let it go You addicted to the stars, you gotta let em go You obsessin bout your girl, you gotta let her go You addicted to the world, you gotta let it go Material goods are not wealth, look for the truth in your self Everything changes, nothing can change this, don't enable this hell We get caught up, turn a brain to a cell, the chinese finger trap work so well, more you attach more pain you feel to the point that you gotta let go, for real only after that can your mind just chill with the bliss, the divine, no frills what is this that we find, more pills take shape, make hate, turn the world ill see, but I'm tryna do better still tryna increase my skill tryna improve my will power so you know I will I gotta kill the other Pat, let him go back drag him out the trap, smack him up, it's like that ego, let go of the mad, psycho-physical Baghdad you could never find true peace if you're still attached You obsessin bout your car, you gotta let it go You addicted to the stars, you gotta let em go You obsessin bout your girl, you gotta let her go You addicted to the world, you gotta let it go

My love thing, my love thing hip hop is my love thing my music is my love thing I need my love thing My main girl is my main girl, but my next girl is my love thing my beatpad and my keyboard and my speakers on and we love to bang make her scream when I'm touchin things, I'm cream corn, I'm running things Make believe about other things, I'm alpha but she's the motherland I'm all for the plan, we know I'll hold her hand as we go she want a bolder man, not an older man, so I told ya man, let go I got a whole family photo, it's me my beats and my flows you know my secret roto, is hot tea and honey fsho when my lady wanna play, that's my zone I'ma let her catch a fade before we bone it's an even trade, even though she do what I say, she ain't no hoe let me put it this way I respect her so never could I neglect her forever I'm gonna rep her, forever I'm gonna rep her I'd never jeapordize, or try to sever ties or ever tell her lies, that's why she's so damn fly she's lookin in my eyes, even when she quantized it comes as no surprise our love can not be quantified My love thing, my love thing hip hop is my love thing my music is my love thing I need my love thing I like the way she swing, and the way her bottom end is so fat I do my thing, I make her sing, she sayin go Pat I like the surface but I really love below that like I was Andre I like her wet that's why my flow back pro rap, pretty little rhymes in a gold pack so swag, punctuating lines with a hashtag irony all she got today is that rice rice used to be so nice nice like NY she named twice hip hop my one and only lady since a baby she's the one who soothes me when I'm feeling cranky on the daily she treats me like a hoe, always singin fuck you pay me bitch I think it's time you know, I'm the one who makes you crazy we can bring it to the floor, you know I am never lazy and when its time to go, we can go together baby you my love thing My love thing, my love thing hip hop is my love thing my music is my love thing I need my love thing

I don't give a fuck about your top ten list everybody wants to hit, but most of them miss rap game Richard Pryor, I'ma tell it like it is rap game Hezekiah cuz the flow's king shit until the day that I retire, I'ma put it like this brimstone and the fire, keep it for the mystics I'm two feet on the ground and your boy don't slip cuz it's been a long time since I took my last trip if you like my music that is fantastic but I don't want no fans who get a mans ass kissed tell me how you feel, keep it real, no tricks cuz jealousy and lies can turn a man to a bitch see what I'm about, unity, no clicks I don't fight I talk it out unless somebody got hit movin with the sound, let my sonic boom stick I turn this beat into my canvas and I let my paint drip, like this I'm the rap game Phil Spector unofficial baggage checker debt collector bitch rapper disrespecter wack show heckler a flow go-getter dro roto tester mojo such a special type I'm so reckless my ears are like antennaes, I eat beats for breakfast I visualize your wack verses I can see corrections I move discrete directions, you could track my GPS and wouldn't see my presence, G, I'm like a secret weapon fuck a preacher reverend, this shit has no deeper lesson I rap for fun, the music's good and we don't need discretion I'm not a thug, so I don't need protection I don't get shot at in my whip like fat rappers who are always sweatin life without the tension, easy, havin conversations I'm always at attention, rap without the compensation or confrontations, or consultations with legal agents man, you could say I made it I've been layin tracks down, fresh prints see my flow, in the snow, I'm a foot ahead the entrance I'ma lay the smackdown, hand prints on the face of the microphone, I'm entering my zone

The meditations in my head are resonatin I can't tell if these are angels or the friends of Satan maybe it's true that I just reached a higher elevation but what's gonna happen when my soul embraces resignation? I close my eyes in my imagination and I awaken to events beyond my calculation and comprehension of the world in which it's takin place in to my amazement, all my dreams are seein formulation shit, I got my head stuck in a cloud and even when it rains the pessimisms not allowed it's been so long I forgot what it's about I ain't comin down, mostly cuz I forgot how the sand's been spread around my eyes for a while now the lands and oceans coincide in my coastal town the murky waters in the rabbit hole are flushin out and I been up and down so many times I lost count I don't know what's real or what's just a dream would you believe me if I told you I never woke up from a living dream? I'm 23, I never growed up I don't know what's real or what's just a dream I never did see the Sandman show up but I think that I'm asleep because the world ain't blow up I close my eyes, it's no surprise, I can see my dreams the y manifest in every breath within my rhyme scheme in lookin back on what I've done, I must be trippin out cuz these are all my childhood visions that I'm livin out a different route was never possible, I guess since the universe mechanical, the options are a jest like a clock I never rest, I never stop, I do my best but every moment that I tock is me walkin to my death I swear to God I wanna believe that I'm not automated that this ain't predetermined, that we are not fated that this ain't just a dream, that destiny ain't touchin me but everything that is, must be, so now I'm feelin faded I wander patiently, purposely and aimlessly, musically arrangin these times, so you can wait and see generatin latency, creationn, no complaceny until the day I wake, I'ma make it up blatantly, cuz I don't know what's real or what's just a dream would you believe me if I told you I never woke up from a living dream? I'm 23, I never growed up I don't know what's real or what's just a dream I never did see the Sandman show up but I think that I'm asleep because the world ain't blow up

I take it way back, way back until the show stops, never will I go pop, buddy, I don't play that, play that I'm like a VHS or a casette, so you know Takin it back is my M.O., back from the back of that limo rappin a track that matter of fact might burn your fuckin memos makin a instrumental, why you gettin judgmental? I been settin up levels in my shit like a nintendo this is my shit, supervisin, just me and my pencil criticizin, does me nothin, just do what you meant do I been takin music back to feel it in my temple all this music shit so simply, poppin like a pimple my tambourine will jingle, it's presence is a symbol none of us are single individuals, we mingle I'm hopin that my passion for this shit can help rekindle let me flatten out the wrinkles from the Sandman's sprinkles goin Way back, way back until the show stops, never will I go pop, buddy, I don't play that, play that I'm like a VHS or a casette, so you know sometimes you need reality, sometimes you need a kush break if I rap a fallacy, well sometimes that's a good thing for each fatality there's someone bein born mane so my home remedy is drivin in my own lane too many people wanna tell you how to do you think if you try to please them all, you might go insane so I don't focus on makin money or gainin fame the way I see it, that's the downfall of this rap game cultural cannibals, live a sick dream all I have for you is a 16 bar long animal, trickin this scheme ditchin yo cream straight rippin this scene that's how I take it back, endin this thing unmuzzle that fat lady, let that chick sing what I bring is the negative and positive a sedative for that other shit, so I take it +a quick lil freestyle

Black gun powder, that's my ink is push a pen for hours, cap a delinquent this is true power, lives change drastically based on the words of the author of a masterpiece property and infantry, move by the pen hand parents givin infants up out the play pen dollar signs keep rising with inflation got my neighbor comin home from a foreign land you look at me, I look at you you took a note, I took one too this currency will barely do cuz promises, they rarely do written contracts, I'll reject, mic check 1,2 manipulate with sex and drugs, my culture says Fuck You it's all in the fine print, read between the lines shit got you trapped in a deal you ain't fine with and you ain't sign shit, but this a social contract of alliance written in silence I see another child risin and he's gonna start ridin based on the writin so it's back to the bases back to the bases Find your addictions, write your presciptions put it down in ink to erase your convictions legality's a system, morality's the victim think with you mind, not your eyes, not your eyes the world is a prism, truth takes shapes it's true that some in prison, off a false case life is being written, in the ink of sweat and tears blood and bodies disappeared, couple buddies dead for years all because we use our ears, obeying what we hear followin chain of command because we live in fear so what's happenin here, is the wool's over ya eyes if the words written in ink, it could never be lies, right? the enterprise of man is built on ink all the words in your head, they control what you think your vocabulary is your possibility of thought so they usin double talk to make you what you not, god damn I see another child risin and he's gonna start ridin based on the writin so it's back to the bases back to the bases murder murder, kill kill, imagery in pop culture kids are on the verge still, adding to the rape culture what you let em learn will build or create soldiers that's why I stay positive, fuck the hate vultures livin on a borrowed clock, until the sorrow stops, I'ma be good, even if tomorrow's not the weather's very hot, but we gotta keep our cool which is hard to do, especially if you a fool so I'm takin y'all to school, to talk what I'ma do to make it possible, to walk and follow through the chalk around the youth, should be a math equation but now the homework turned into a home invasion based on a situation, people been placed in that leads to confrontation, and lives wastin and that's a socio-economic engagement that goes back to the slave ships designed by the pen man