Growing up, project struck, looking for luck, dreaming
Couplets I was cupping up to the ceiling, seen it
Jumped in and was looking up to believe it
Lived it, went and penned it and left the rest to the speakers
Wrote it the way I know it, you heard it, you saw me show it
Outlining the obvi' and intricating below it
Dollar signs in the lobby and finger painting the motive
Any side that's beside me is giving way to the notice
Dare you to look away from it, counting it is weighing it
And the weight of the winners will build 'em to build a gate for it
Protect it or neglect it, skully over the face with it
The outcome surrounds them and everything they praying with
Dents in the carpet, the honor amongst saving it
Picturing tomorrow is prolly gonn' make today the end
Beat tapes blur out the blue, and all the chase in them
Lights out the window, the awakening
I'm feeling like I made it though
Then making it is everywhere that they ain't say to go
I'm making it where all of this is for the taking yo
Cause making it is everything that they been waiting fo'
I show 'em how to make it through hysteria
Make it through hysteria
Make it through hysteria
Know the sound, know the score well enough to quote it now
Used to what they used to, see them pointing the composer out
Suitor of the suitors, double breasted, money folded down
Rooted where the root is, found an exit they can go around
Sped you up to slow you down, fuck the curiosity
1, 000 thread count but I was cut from where the bottom be
Powder spread 'round like they was dumping out their lottery
Freshened up the linen like embellishing an image
See it's sorta like the scene where Dukie get out the car
And Prezbo is watching a dream die from afar
And testers are getting thrown over on Popular Grove
And the rest of what you know is where the end of it starts
You hear the engine is gone, behind you is what it was
Hearing tends to be wrong but reminds you of what it does
Hearing it through the walls, oblige and get your run
And make sure to rewind it when you're done
Long time coming since Chris or Shawn or Nasir or Corey or Brad first started to go
Writer(s): Gregory Taylor, Craig Balmoris, Ramon Ibanga Jr., Derek Swiney
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