Aftermath

Shit man, I then put this motherfucker together in like two minutes Then my mom called me and then I aint finish the verse And then I lost the flow You going catch this fucking aftermath I'm sick of all this shit I hop up in the booth and now I'm spitting all this shit This right from off the dome And nigga angry then a bitch Iont like to cuss, so imma keep it alias I'm sick all of ya hoes, you ain't shit, but a waste of time I'm sick of all you niggas, in the booth to speak my mind Iont come on here to talk no bullshit imma keep a stack My nigga Mac be on my fucking nerves but at least we keep it real See most you niggas see through tinted window still See the pussy in a nigga field Pussy nigga feel Yeah, you see the pussy in a nigga field Tell em how you feel, yo Never show a blind man light Reflection of beams will give up position Never trade moments for life Cus' what was the point of the moment I point with a beam not a flash I just be tracking the moments Spazz in the name of the mac in the moment I'm black and I'm potent, oh wow Back of my head I be thinking bout' gestures And motions that fill up the room I know that you feeling alright How I got you to mimic my motion But lemme get back to the motion (uh) Lemme get back to the motion Yo The light I see is minuscule The light I feel got me into school Intercept my introspection Life's a game is my longest lesson Yo control's not in the world You can find it in perception You can find it in perception