Groundwork

[Intro] Let's go to church You ever get that feeling When you don't know exactly what to do with yourself? Hm, yeah I get that too The idle mind's the devil's playground (Let's go!) [Verse 1] Split frame, quit pick this lane Fork in the road as if there is a choice to skip pain I never could see the irony before We're programmed to shop before we even get inside the store It's sheep skin, but focus on the task at hand I'm on the beach, I could be living out in Kazakhstan Trying to box with a shattered hand But I've been doing this before Pit was out screaming "Dammit man" Ok, see I been holding the music Like my woman on the death bed, please pull through this Can't pay the bills with my amusement Shit I feel like B-Real, the way I see still through these illusions At least I like the ride so far I could be holding on the dear life with both arms like solo Now let me stop, cause who knows the realest story I let facts lead my acts, nobody does my feeling for me Fame's a bitch, yeah, well infamy's a bleeding one That gnaws upon your soul until you lose it and you speak in tongues Still we chase it for the dough, when yet not squeezing one Because props won't save my life the day I need a gun Break habits and you might just even make classic Create addicts out of listeners who hate rap, huh Well wouldn't that be fudge Sunday I'm trying to see the top tonight, so motherfuck some day Stumbling 'round drunk on south beach I'm feeling I could keep it on strong 'til the doubt cease You catch me kicking downtown in my house cleats And those who oppose catch Bose to the mouthpiece [Hook] Shake limits and take it to fake gimmicks Even create image, shit do what you must to break ground I'm in it for great living, the fanning and great giving Man my kingdom was made to break ground To break ground, to break ground, to break ground To break ground, to break ground, to break ground [Verse 2] Ok, pass me a puff of the DMT So I can hit it 'til I'm snapping like I'm TMZ I do this shit here so easily I'm ready to let go off the past now, who the fuck needs CD's? I attended not a one day of college But I got enough gray hair to match a master's mileage You need sympathy, shit you're out of luck I'm riding down the block, bumping Yelawolf And feeling arrogant as fuck I'm loving living this Miami life And if I go back on my word, Jesus Christ you can damn me twice This shit's a game show, it's rigged to kill the audience And set so you're applauding it, because it's seen a lot of hits Like anyone can blow from one round And how the majors wanna act like all the artists now are unsigned The end is near, I hear the punchline You best get started it on your bucket list, believe that I've begun mine [Hook] (What in the hell are they waiting for?)