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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Edward Thomas Kelley
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Bigs
Songwriter
Andrew Vicente
Songwriter
Edward Thomas Kelley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amplified.
Producer
DJ Phonic
Producer
Lyrics
Don't overthink it, just concentrate on the shit that matters
Soon as you blinking you contemplate on your different patterns
Enough the chitty-chatter, pity-patter bullshit
When they gather, we will scatter. They gon' blast a full clip
I pull up in my own whip
Clock into the system
Working like I owe this
Nine to five be like religion
When you conditioned and give into the lies
It's division
Crucified
If you question otherwise
I see the vision implanted
I pen it single-handed
Leave my ego stranded
Demanding my third-eye-vision
Vision like a bird's eye
Listen
My only tradition is to own my truth
And fight my demons that I put up on a pedestal
Wanting the the lavish life
Baddest wife
Addicted like an addict to the pipe
People sour to the fight
Fetal cowards in the light
Put my powers to the mic
Like a prowler in the night
Lethal those showers on site
When they notice, they know this trauma is buried deep
They hope and choke you of ya life so you can barely breathe
Oh, I can barely see the truth behind my own roots
This oil is a mixture of compassion and poison
Stuck beneath my own two
Talking like I know you
But I know I'm dedicated
Preaching to the choir, but I know they medicated
Sedated
A generation of babies they keep em' faded
I get it, I ain't complaining
I just had to go and say it
What's up?
Uh, let me call it how I see it
Uh, you miss your calling, obsessing over your weakness
I was working night, hell, I was working weekends
Cut a couple off, shit, I had my reasons
Didn't like who I was being 'round certain human beings
Now I'm changing scenery if I'm not feeling what I'm seeing
Growing pains on the way to where I'm going, yeah
But I'm still going, yeah
And I was hanging around some big egos
Man, he must be from London with those jabs Heathrow
Took some foul shots, man
No free throws
He's not a team player, I go where the team goes
Come on, yeah
Never seen a hater hydrated
They see success and they eyes get dilated
Everybody wants some proof to say they made it
So they can flex on anybody without hesitating
Come on, this shit is crazy
I could never see another like that
I've been down too bad to do so much like that
I just keep moving forward when they aiming for my back
Too focused on my folks, I won't even react
I can't even be mad
I know the trauma very deep
We all writin' to these loops
We all stuck and repeat
We all stuck and repeat
Can't knock folks for how they play it
No matter how you made it
I just had to go and say it was good
Writer(s): Andrew Vicente
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