A1newyork - Clarity lyrics

[Produced by AlwaysMadeIt] [Intro] Said the mic is hot right now Nothing from the mixtape No singles nothing like that Just having fun man The road to hell The road to hell The road to hell The road to hell Hell [Verse: A1] Starvation and contemplation embracing my attitude Accepting my poor grades no aptitude Eyes burning through my gla**es like cyclops Just bars period I dot I jot down lyrics while Guy buss down liquids You know the malt beverage When stress come along most n***as need it for leverage Artistic as my cousin Kevin or Artistic With the knowledge exceptional memory People love my energy I spew out Effortlessly efficient I'll retire these tired Excuses for rappers no remission All definitions the definitive hits by Al A living legend only 20 you wake up it's never sunny Unless you make it take it Hip-Hop I can't shake it but watch me Put these n***as on permanent timeout n***as claiming they hot but n***a you cold turkey Amy Winehouse ain't talking my sh** Just letting some rhymes out Devastating sign me to a record label A contract k**er sh** it's best you pay me What I'm painting Peyton Manning I'm the man young manager And I'm too demanding I donned greatness hold it down Some good old days When I used to break refrigerator handles Now I'm itching for platinum plaques on the mantle I say when you feel it you can't deny it And I can't lie it feels good Educated black man in the hood causing carnage No harm done just making sure n***as feel Jealous and insecure All I could ever do is improve Even the higher ups don't want me to move I got a groove getting of dodge Dodging bullets and with my lightskin thing I been living life to the fullest So get ready world I'm taking this by storm I didn't conform I just gotta know The system before I corrupt it In the backyard smoking canoed spliffs With crime burning fire like Sasuke weaving signs It must be a sign I wanna thank whoever Signing these UPS shipments They supporting me sh**ting Portapotties how convenient How a n***a spitting bars with little to no meaning You listen back like "did he really mean it?" Cause I done heard hella bars Few projects with Mars on the way Might drop a mixtape before the mixtape If I feel like it don't get it twisted I need the chips like Honey fritos Young carlito and Malcolm in the middle Belittle you and big you up at the same time Or rap about your f**ing your b**h Mother and aunt in the same rhyme You tell me it's either you gon be poor or wealthy Was in a position where I had to move stealthy And I wasn't feeling it spitting crack but Wasn't dealing it, meaning I was depressed Stressed and a flat out mess Money can't solve sh** just put you In a better situation You could be a pa**enger or homeless man Sleeping in that train station I been at it addict add it al a g bruh Very able to turn tables The road to Hell the road to hell Short stories that only time will tell I yell from my chest Rapped the game but I ain't with no baby father sh** That's just incest I been less Back when b**hes fronted on me And no one f**ed with me Now they on it and I refuse to let it happen This mayhem ain't for free You see how I'm bombing You n***as flex I grind Keep my head up work not focused On what's behind yeah I said a couple words But it don't matter I'm elevating And you n***as need a ladder And this that making of a legend sh** Out for dead presidents but still Setting the precedent Big up to Brooklyn out here One of the residents I love this rap sh** as to where most n***as Got a fetish for lettuces Flexing in rental lexus Just some extra sh** cleansing the mind Exorcist exorcism Al the next to get em Really tho staying Meek for mills Shout out to Philly tho I pray my n***as avoid the fate of the system I keep y'all alive when I spaz on rhythms Cause the cops be quick to pull the trigger I hope you stay alive my n***a