Pre-Occupied

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion] Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy My artistry is everything, that's my baby But when it comes to publishing, it's fuck you, pay me Don't be mad cause that records that you cut sound lazy And everything I'm cooking, sounding nuts like rabies (uh) I hate rappers, please don't call me Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me Don't play for me, I'll be yawning How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings Me and my people linking in the park like crawling Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen- Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybrid It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so Paul Simon It took a little while for your mind to find it But once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it? [Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion] Uh, isn't it? Uh, isn't it? Uh, isn't it? Uh, isn't it? Took a little while for your mind to find it But once you saw the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus: Jon Bellion] They told me that my attention span aligns Somewhat with the child or a fly, yeah They didn't understand that I saw signs Hearing things but now they realize That the woman that I prayed for became my wife And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life I figured out there's money in my mind I'm glad I lived my life preoccupied [Post-Chorus: Jon Bellion] (2x) You need to get that bag out my face God made me a full-blown genius What the fuck I need coke for? [Verse 2: Blaque Keyz] Outkast raised me, Lupe changed me Now I do things with words to make you lames praise me Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain maybe Feeling flyer than a jet son, I'm oh so Spacely Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy Got me dashing with an actress, lookin' oh so Stacey I hate rappers and I really mean it Trying to ball with the kid will get you sunned like Phoenix Rather ball you up, feather and tarred Until you're harder than sparring with Mayweather with leather Spaldings This is my calling, so I answer it with bars, but not for services For hurting any person verses me, I've been rhyming since nurseries Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to me While I'm roasting one of these pigs, my flow is rotisserie It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of their hosiery Get a hold of me, I slip through their fingers like Rosaries Been waiting for you to find it, so I leave it where it's supposed to be Cause once you see the genius, it's intimidating isn't it? [Pre-Chorus: Blaque Keyz] Isn't it? Isn't it? Took a little while for your mind to find it But once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? [Chorus: Jon Bellion] [Post-Chorus: Jon Bellion]