UFO

I don't what to say about people who don't know what to say about themselves Especially when they're highly opinionated Like They think I'm crazy They think I'm foolish They think I'm unstable They think I'm too radical They think I'm too despicable They think I'm malnourished They don't think I understand life, itself, or my life But I know I'm not these things And I know what life and death is, and where the power lies of the two I know who I am I know what I'm doing And who I belong to Thoughts of a Scholar Yea Uhn When we go to sleep, were learning how to die Dream about heaven I guarantee you fly Dream about hell and it's possible you'll fry Unless you take the keys that free people to the sky Dream about yourself, I guarantee you'll lie Or maybe its the truth only seen with closed eyes Saying dejavú is just glitch is all lies Understand you're looking in the future with no eyes Please don't despise or Get on Spotify and start listening to __________ Who ever put shades on your eyes You think it's a prize but it's really a disguise I'm just trying to bring perspective to the sky 'Cause looking at the ground only shows you where you lie Where your spirit going when you close your eyes When you close your eyes Uhn Watch out for that real U.F.O. Watch out for that real U.F.O. Watch out for that real U.F.O. If you didn't know, now you know Watch out for that real U.F.O. Watch out for that real U.F.O. Watch out for that real U.F.O. When you die tell me where you're tryna go I know I'm crazy 'Cause you gone do your best to play me When you should just play me 'Cause I don't bite or past rabies I'm kinda lazy, but that's besides the point I change altitude when I style a joint Like way, way beyond the mileage point Where the U.F.O.s go I'm tryna spread that higher info, like what the U.F.O.s know But y'all so low That's why I do my thing solo And I don't care where the pros go Whether sipping on 4 4's Or yelling out YOLO They wanna die and that's a no go I'm tryna fly that U.F.O. flow So when you see one, then you see me That's Bradley Where I come from, it's hard to believe But the ones who can believe are the ones who achieve And the ones who cannot breathe are the ones who can leave Please I get that That's been whack I been Black I'm in tact I spit facts I don't lack I'm on tracks (Mmhmm) I don't slack and don't shack I get back when hate acts And I stand flat to the band yaks I'm so young but I'm so old My soul glows I know roles I don't suppose, I just hold nose And breathe in when the soul is frozen I'm not random I'm so chosen This ain't a hobby that I suppose When the cameras flash I stop and pose And I'm never weak with the feathered beak Understand me and understand meek You can take it there if you wanna meet But I'm too hungry. You a piece of meat Filled with lots of grease and preservatives So Ima chew you up and spit you out And leave you there where the curb ends To disintegrate when the world ends Watch out for that real U.F.O. (Watch out) Watch out for that real U.F.O. Watch out for that real U.F.O. If you didn't know, now you know Watch out for that real U.F.O. Watch out for that real U.F.O. Watch out for that real U.F.O. When you die tell me where you're tryna go If you don't understand my generation there's no explanation All I can say is watch out for that real U.F.O. Don't be no H.O.E. Understand when it's time to walk through the door Go through the threshold like you fillin' up at Texaco Ret to go? Threat is high, the sweat is low But you shouldn't be threatened Michael Jackson is D.E.A.D. Billie Jean turned into a Billy Goat Now try to catch that Moonpie whenI toss it off the float