People Under The Stairs

Hey microphone testing

Testing you playin' politician

You martin she on the west wing

Guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it

This shit is never a gimmick you listen you listen more than a minute of it

I've been spitting flows since a kid was 6 years old

And if you listen close I'll do this like some mismatched clothes

It's whatever put in together

You never could be this clever, I'm rockin the mic forever

You gonna stop me never

I'm cocky because I love it, you Rocky without the punches

Hockey without the ice and boxes without the lunches

Flowing like me, no one and that got you mad bitch

So your boys are nothing but just air

I ain't tellin nobody how they should live they life

I got my own shit to deal with, so that just isnt right

I'm just trying to leave the crib go out and live the night shit

Fuck that, I'm locked in the lab working

Dropping the track beats, get bodied and bags certain

See the world through 1st 2nd and 3rd person, omniscient

Istening so efficient

Trapped in my own goal line ready to go the distance

Consider it a privilege

That what you get to witness

History in the makin'

You fuckin bitches, just playin' with ya

Still in line waiting for my name to get called, ya