Hopathology - Boatman lyrics

Nothing but Ciroc and a little bit of juice We running lose in the streets Target practice on the move Stop and frisk Hands up they gone put me in a tomb Saw the rage in my eyes Said they felt they had to shoot See the devil always lurking n***a always on the move Know some people caged up No mistakes they was forcing Locked in on what's important God and family portraits I can stand on my own Lead a group like I'm Mosses Chosen one call it Goldxn Talking sh** smell the roses It's the truth cause I spoke it Im f**ing piece of art Hang this right above the oven We gone eat Then get to gritting my teeth Wipe my paws when I'm done Cover the body's with sheets To the sky I'm out the climate My mind floating on cloud 9 And there is never a better time See the signs Watch ones in the back who blind Can't delete the times Cats copy like machines Really bout it I really mean this Can't stop me I'm Wille Beamen Shivering I need a beanie Italian like my patina She eat it like melted cheese On the corner of what you need Stop and go Then I feel breeze Stacking bread like it's a disease Pour a gla** if you want a drink My mind is resting at ease Run the game like I'm an athlete Try to stop me you'll need some cleats Tapping X like it's gone miss me Please miss me with logic and all the theory I'm clearly the highest one in the building If I sneezed don't think you'd hear You smell me can't see me clearly You empty say Can you fill me Touch me I don't think they feel me Im speaking but they can't hear me They fear me cause they can't comprehend me Befriended me I'll help you reach the ceiling Emotionally and physically