Absent Minded - Poor Judgement lyrics

Put my life inside of my hand Yes I understand, that you all get to witness me grow into a man But you know me at a certain level, the rest is private So I'm coming from your speakers taking treasure like a pirate It's like that, motherf**er as you see me f**ing grow See I never change styles, I just spit the same flow That I've spit for years, keep it flowing like beer And since it's like that you won't ever see me steer myself in the wrong direction Your girl is showing affection from the music that I'm making I'm glad she paying attention cos I forgot to mention underground, with a lesson And you'll never see me stressing with this mic that I'm blessed with HideandSeekZoo, the style you shouldn't mess with I guarantee there's no b**h in this world that can fetch this Yes, indeedy on the T.V. like it's Netflix I keep so true that Based God couldn't bless this Motherf**ers couldn't check this off they checklist Even if they had an Ashtray Theory for breakfast I'm restless All work and no sleep I be thinking so deep behind the beats I creep Before I k** 'em, and drill 'em, and then I spill 'em I rap on whatever beat and I don't care if you don't feel 'em Funky beat, with a funky way to speak You say you got bars for days b**h, I got bars for weeks And nobody saw it coming, me turning into something Cos I used in the back of the cla** saying nothing Must of thought I couldn't talk cos they only saw me walk Probably thought that I was boring cos they always blew me off So when they first hear me flow, it's really a surprise They tell me I should start rapping b**h, I've been on the rise I just keep it lowkey for the homies that know me And I start to write words when I see the beat is lonely Say you bump my sh** but you ain't got a [?] Got that unique style, you can hear it when I'm spitting Just trying to find my own little spot in this world Whether it's on the mic, or next to your girl From every street that you walk to every person that you've talked I'm living out my life 'til I'm outlined in chalk From the cradle to the grave, unless you get saved I suggest you stand in line and you don't misbehave So now I snatch microphones from everybody's hand And I'm spitting all I can 'til they learn to understand A plan put into place, and a dream I'm trying to chase And I'm spreading 'til your girl recognizes my face And with talent comes hate And I guess it's safe to say I've been doing this for years, you started hating late sh**, you probably started yesterday Chilling with all your peers Thought if you dropped a song, you start a career Nah, f** that and f** you b**h you don't fit in with the words that you've written and your style that is bitten