POTUS

Yeah I feel like Neo meeting the architect Just to find out the architect is me Dodging red dresses I'm up I figured it out Yeah Yeah My focus is shifting You trying to get your hunger back I'm closing your kitchen Never did no holidays It feel like it's Christmas I never been so present Not a thing that i'm missing The Algorhythm solved Whole time it was Obvious Equations You can't wake up everybody cause they comfy with sedation I pulled the IV out Mirages got to fading Feel like Morpheus on morphine I don't know what pain is And it happens when you find the truth and voyage while it's raining Got to deconstruct the matrix and that truth right there Went from to chasing dreams to running to my nightmares Had to kill my ego but I brought that nigga back here These niggas too sneaky like a pair of fox Swear you high frequency & energy but slander me Nigga that's a paradox Huh So familiar with defeat that you could put it in a pair of socks Still got that dark side in me and I think that it's my better half Algorhythm cracked and I was never really good with math I would rather finish last Vision too bright The type to give a nigga cataracts Acting out of spite ain't in my time and I can't interact Tried to be alone but it's not for cause I get attached Now them demons my friends like i'm Miller Mac I'm watching movies turn to black but still keep the sound on I'm moving mountains I set the tempo to your ear drums The punch is falcon I'm Jim Jones with the Kool-aid The punch is that strong A killed a Mr. Smith again that used to be a milestone Feel the youth was streaming me like you done found the fountain The elected one no I'm not a pro The flow is proton Metric units can't get a reading of the volts that i'm throwing The President The Chosen one but ain't no votes that i'm throwing Your POTUS just another puppet we ain't blind to the motion You can't reach me through this damn phone I'm immune to systems why you think a nigga Airborne Spark the flight in private I ain't never seen a clear port Dilate my iris I can see it with my 2 closed You can't stand beside us cause I got whiff of puto Ain't no way around the truth you'll never find a loop hole You can't block my blessing you going need like 10 Manute Bols Stack them nigga's up and add some inches to they insoles I still a finger roll