The Séance

Raised in Palm Beach
A jungle of concrete
Always keep a gat at arms reach
Using my bomb speech
Hoping that all of my songs teach
All the non believers who false preach
Once you clutch money they all leech
There’s a day where you and your pops breach
Don’t burn bridges where you do not speak
Move with swiftness, follow at God Speed
They tried to knock me off my axis
But I mastered my craft, over 10,000 hours of practice
Now I’m point like the needles on a cactus
Fact is, I don’t boast how I’m better than most
I’m just trying to take over the game and all of its coasts
Feel the warmth like the inside lining of coats
But don’t get burnt like fingers clutching a roach
Come correct when you approach and salute when I’m ghost
It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
Hear the young vandal spit
Pressure, yeah I handled it
My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
Hear the young vandal spit
Pressure, yeah I handled it
My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
Deadlines never sweat it
Decisions never regretted
Codes of life forever embedded
Straight to success is the only place that I’ve ever been headed
Through your simple mind, get it
Or fall back
All of ya’ll please get off my ball sack
I promise I’d call back
Stuck in the 90's, I guess that I’m All That
And a bag of chips so now you know that I’m all Phat
Like the Farm Russell mass produced
The hardships I went through weren’t self induced
Deadly poison I’m a brown recluse
Don’t be clueless of the situation
Product of my environment and how I’m situated
Please peep what I’m saying with no hesitation
The premise I’m vacating, now do what I do like an imitation
What I’m insinuating, let’s get it popping like grease from bacon
It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
Hear the young vandal spit
Pressure, yeah I handled it
My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
Hear the young vandal spit
Pressure, yeah I handled it
My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
Hear the young vandal spit
Pressure, yeah I handled it
My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
Hear the young vandal spit
Pressure, yeah I handled it
My mind’s not to ever be tampered with