I'd Be Lying

Outta sight, outta mind Outta life, outta time I think I might, be going blind 'Cause I can't see the bigger picture, even though I'm trying Tryna do what's right, in my eyes I'll do aight, despite the odds And in the end, I think that I'd like to say I'm satisfied But I'd be lying I come through looking just like Marcus Phoenix, most of your bars anaemic I'm the type to cause a scene and, cover your broad in semen Ever since I started leaning, I've been absolved of demons Demigod, with all these heathens I don't f*ck with you non-believers Often seen, but hardly heard Unless it's music, man I choose to only talk in verbs Don't get it confused, I got a fuse that's hardly hard to burn And if I lose it, make the news with all these amateurs F*ck it, y'all won't ever learn Duckets, y'all won't ever earn Usher Raymond, let it burn Your hustle stays the same, but mine been changing on the regular Shout to the hoes steady blowing up my cellular Looking back I knew that shit would happen, man I'm telling ya All this fucking money, hoes, clothes, gold etcetera None of that gon' las,t but I'll be damned if I don't get it, yeah All this fucking money, hoes, clothes, gold etcetera None of that gon' last, but shit my legend lives forever bruh Outta sight, outta mind Outta life, outta time I think I might, be going blind 'Cause I can't see the bigger picture, even though I'm trying Tryna do what's right, in my eyes I'll do aight, despite the odds And in the end, I think that I'd like to say I'm satisfied But I'd be lying Tryna get with the lights, with all the shine But once I get it, will it even be mine Or just a gimmick that I use to define Who I am, who I was, who I will be in time Tryna do what's right, in my eyes I'll do aight, despite the odds And in the end, I think that I'd like to say I'm satisfied But I'd be lying I got them Full Metal Jacket rhymes Go-go Gadget type flow, so ahead of time, woah I'm a magnet for the show stopping camera types, yo My code's center folds, you fucking with your side hoe Side note, I'm thinking I'ma run for President It's unprecedented how I Present my presence, what an entrance To the exit, shit I'm done with this Been about a minute since I been up on that conscious shit Must be the ganja, kid Finna get that sponsorship from High Times magazine Imagine me posted on the cover with magic leaves, I'm Master P Ain't no limit to the shit I can achieve Tryna do it right, 'cause I ain't 'bout to live this life stuck on my hands and knees Nine to fives turn to not a fucks, buckle up It's gon' be a bumpy ride to the top, you floating speed bumps are just some minor Turbulence So fucketh off or sucketh off these nuts from whence you came The ones who changed the game I'm the realist nigga bossing up, it's not a question I'm the illest nigga flossing up designer sections I'ma win at any cost bruh, you not contesting Y'all are looking at the Kings, and you niggas peasants See I'm just tryna do my thing, I done learned the lessons I'm giving voice to all my pain, and my fucking stressings What y'all are witnessing is change, ain't no second guessing It's A.C.E, I stay Cape repping Outta sight