(Verse 1)
Yo it's a gift and a curse to be obsessed with the next mic
But hopin' I can do this till the end and prevent spite
But need to take a break and rest or I'll get tight
Cause I've been doin' this at the expense of a sex life
Plus any girl I'm with becomes a friend in the end
Cause I'm too busy spewin' gems choosin' pens over skins
Cause I ain't gettin' intimate unless I'm willing to commit to it
And that's the reason why I'm probably still in this predicament
Cause Lord Knows that I've tried to be righteous
Respectful and tried to be kind with politeness
But those are the tactics I fell on my ass with
As I'm dwellin' on the past you can tell I'm distracted
The hell with this rap shit and tryna have more encores
I'm missin' all the things I used to have more time for
Only to say that that's the price I'll pay
Cause if I got the might to fight for what's right I may
Yet wonderin' if there's a better story I could've stuck with
But this is rap and that's the territory it comes with
That's why I'm finishing this master class
And never changed in my raps for the cash and ass
(Chorus)
Cause I ain't got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' lyrics
And if I die, please don't worry me
Momma don't cry, I'm an MC
So I ain't got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' lyrics
So if I die, please don't worry me
Momma don't cry, I'm an MC
(Verse 2)
Plus lyricist so I ain't arrogant and trendy
One of a kind so I ain't in comparison to many
Even though I'm sure at first it was embarrassing as any
And may have never seemed it but I swear that it was in me
Never had alotta money so I cherish every penny
Knew that I would fall in love deep from that stare that you had sent me
Within an instant I'm debatin' what to do inside
Reminiscing on the days it was just you and I
Till I can't rhyme now I'm despising me and you
Cause I'm havin' trouble tryna prioritize between the two
Cause when I'm with you, I just wanna be in the stu
But when I'm out the booth all that I wanna be is with you
I wish I could write while you read your astrology charts
And instead of fight embrace these separate hobbies of ours
As I'm loosin' track of time while composin' these songs
Not knowin' that were textin' me on my phone all along
Cause I'm fully present with you when you're holdin' my palm
Then disappear into another world the moment I'm gone
It's not on purpose I'm just searchin' to find
Cause all I do is think of verses and these words are my bond
Cause you couldn't fathom the passion it took to start
And still got, cause clearly I don't look the part
So to the basement I would come to accept
As my saving grace to obsessively come to reflect
And a sacred space I mentally can come and destress
So it's safe to say that sexually I'm underexpressed
Which in a major way remains to be true
Cause I'm more nervous talkin' to you then these stages I do
So if you want me then the answer's yes
And I'm content cause I know I gave the fans my best
And I've got plenty more anthems left
To live on because I've already planned for death
(Chorus)
Cause I ain't got time for bitches
I gotta keep my mind on my motherfuckin' lyrics
And if I die, please don't worry me
Momma don't cry, I'm an MC
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
