UP THE CHAIN lyrics

[Intro]
Do you want to test your hypothesis?
As if, I don't think you got that sh*t in you, man, I really don't

[Verse 1]
Hold the phone like it's my face
Cupped it in my palm, I feel this beam of light between myself
Driving factor deep inside, believe it's spite, I speak to life
Feature film me, Letterbox, the need to write
Okay, can we read or not? Something about to reignite
The seasoned vet itching to retrieve the knife
Many ways to skin a cat, albums I don't even like
Got it now I give it back, you hear what I see in life
I need space to grow, I'm bout to have a crazy life
In my creative mode, just blocking my hand infinite
It's all a language trick, wax to keep the candle lit, the dead of night
You see how I handle sh*t, the heavy type (Okay)
I try to hand it to the spam, but I'm the petty type (Huh)
I can't see the forest, went back, tree just spoiled the orchard
I should count your leaves, it's like disease, don't get cornered
In the past I saw it freeze, I'm on the scene and getting warmer
Awful feeling, I can't hold you
What's the score? I claim my baggage in the cycle, now my home just looking hoarders
And so on and the poor just getting poor, sh*t abhorrent
Third eye of the storm, I'm deep in torrents (Facts)
Who gon' pull up and say, take me to your tourist, that's rhetorical
Only takes a second to say death is metaphorical
Poser rappers set on their pejoratives, hysterical (That' crazy)
Doomed to rap again about that narrative, invariable
Thinking about my character, the clown up in the cannon
I'm not here to panic, I'm not prefect but I manage
Why your cut such an experiment?
You can't speak to my manager
b*tch I am the manager
Part II

[Interlude]
You can't have owners and bosses unless you have workers

[Verse 2]
At that point, you got a point to prove and every time somebody needs some pointers they gon' point at you
If I stay this poignant, bet the points are crude
They just hoping what I say ain't pointed, it's a pointing truth
I got a voice to use, better hush up
Try and talk the homie down, you don't know what's up
Vain names say it as a keepsake
If you seeing what I'm seeing you don't need faith
Could've put in work for nothing, need the reed babe
They coming back in 20 hoping everything is the same
Ain't nobody tryna be changed
I'm breaking down my dollars, losincollar, end of each day
Pressure on the [?] ballers, better behave
We freeway the flame, electronics on an E-date with death
Delay inevitable, replay again
Teammates immeasurable, key case of text
You can be made a vegetable speak nay a breath
pus*y blind, knew that you was pus*y blind
Knew that you was pus*y blind
Knew that you was pus*y when you walked in
We ain't even talking, how we locked in
All my shooters put in work like they oxen
You playin' and you regret it, shoulda never got the aux in
Boy you don't know what the f*ck a boss is
Boy you don't know what the f*ck a boss is
Boy you don't know what the f*ck a boss is
Boy you don't know what the f*ck a boss is
Boy you don't know what the f*ck a boss is