Easel Talk

Cheers They only love you when you do something great Back like I never left So f*ck em ima do me Still waiting on wings Used to want it all but I let it go Wishing I could dot my I's with decimal Mr president They dying by my residence Over dead presidents, but I just set the precedence Don't you play, don't you play, don't you play with me (tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies) My whole life seen friends turn enemy Blatant lies, switching sides, It's all the same to me Won't find no hate in me Can't change my energy Lately I feel like the goat, flow make em catch the holy ghost  Frankly they doing the most, frankly they doing the most This the way the Lord made me Promise they cant save him The writings on the wall Got a dungeon full of dragons my nigga we slay them all Its best to not get involved Pet peeve is problems unsolved, I hope they got some resolve Funny how im on the rise, but was birthed in the fall Return of the real rap Type of shit to make these MCs feel wack Niggas better clap back I ain't worried about last Niggas can't top my past No more passes on that wack shit, I'm advancing the cause Writings on the wall, hieroglyphics every bar Pen and papyrus prove that I been writing with the stars Might write a work of art It ain't hard to tell that I been working on my art Need monumental inscription to remember all of my victims Ain't into leaving witness still pray to the Lord im forgiven I, carve, engrave, engrave and carve The dopest poets always write from the heart All this flow of emotion a nigga might need a ark Know a nigga well, last of the patriarchs  I'm gone Tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies Thank the Lord for waking up I don't think I made enough Tryna get my paper up Yea yea yea yea Thank the Lord for waking up I don't think I prey enough Tryna get my haters up Yea yea yea yea Don't you play, don't you play, don't you play, don't you play (Tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies) Don't you play, don't you play, don't you play with me Used to want it all but I let it go Wishing I could dot my I s with decimal I broke the mold and the easel  It ain't hard to reach the people The product of a problems never resolved My resolutions are ensured by the lord What I inscribe could alter another's mind You just grapes to a vine Another he say, she say Why aren't yall disgraced I see y'all mistakes My feet up this my place You could never stop the run I got too many Dawgs in this race Check ya space then give me space Know ya place I set the pace Then over ate, not over hate Just more irate  Stop saving face, I pray for Grace And we, and we, and we Waiting on wings nigga Waiting on wings nigga