Pragmatic practice
I'm tipping that loot from the palace
I shoot out the roof see no challenge
I walk thru the land like im Alice
No wonder i'm losing my balance
Spend it ain't had no allowance
I clock in so late for them hours
I scoop and i dip from that challis
The way i been working can't even smell my flowers
The land of the loss a devour the plan
You ain't in position to make no demands
Changing my mind but it really depends
You losing friends from that?
Ain't clapping no hands for rap? cuz these niggas no fans
Don't stop gunning that money start coming in
Daught that play i start thumbing a 100 bands
I been minding my business no other chance
Wasn't looking to niggas for helping hands
No helping hands
Rather put em together start praying then proficize What you want better make a plan
No excuses i really dont give a damn
Take a slice of this cake cuz im going ham
I'm living life on the edge
I be smooth tucked away stackin my bread
I can't ignore the voice stuck in my head
Stay on your grind that's all that he said
Yeah you know we prepared
But don't get confused we never scared
Just looked at my vice in the mirror
Thought that the ending was near, but im still shining like chandeliers