Hypothetical - Head Right lyrics

Chorus: I know one day Ima make it rich Pile to the ceiling that's my sentiment Working hard has never led to innocence You better get your head right. (x2) Verse: I watch reactions lost on common faces Solid state to stay in, hotter when I switch my cadence Born a father to the odder segments, a lot to take in They tie my laces just to get me racing, zoom I'm a forest fire on the nile, with a pair of jumpmen When I walk on water hold my style, ya'll scared to jump in? Pumping brakes is all that ya'll desire, burning skunk and branding Turning pay to manning, heard that Satan's asking So I'll save the track and just embrace the boom Check the locker, raise the roof and set the offer Waste the dude cause competition's gold to copper I got the rock-em-sock-em boppers, pop the tops on bottles every time I'm thought of The competitions left me proper I'll raise the product and arrange the change on dotted lines Sip the faded Gatorade to pa** the time Save the weight until I peak the random finds, the cla**ics mine I'm on the roster, take the shelving out to see the monster Chorus: I know one day Ima make it rich Pile to the ceiling that's my sentiment Working hard has never led to innocence You better get your head right. (x2) Verse 2: Love that taste of the raindrop on my tongue, everybody in the club looking so fly All up in the cut, wanna know why. Why I started this? Why I lost it? Good amount of d** in that truck already, Everybody wants a piece of it In an even split, but I'm hungry. Who'd I change to become me? Who'd I chase and then race downstairs to defeat my fears in the dungeon Wonderin how I'd get to the top again, with a simple pen to do all my huntin Hit some homers while ya'll been buntin, take a minute to envision that To replace my past and to save some gas for the pace too fast in my orgy If I faced my past I'd be horny, save the best for last, that's the old me, Don't rest that dash till the car done crash in the back of the a** of the money. Then collect that cash and replace the stash with the note to relax on the 'gun seat All my tactics set with magic, so happy to be erratically lonely Guess I'll tell that to the bar keep, to keep you from riding Higher ground hiding, always distracting the pilot. Yes I am finer tune fining my writing. I'll have a shot with the giants The thought of judgment makes me want it so lets start by defining Chorus: I know one day Ima make it rich Pile to the ceiling that's my sentiment Working hard has never led to innocence You better get your head right. (x4)