Azlo Raps & Controlled Chaos - 6am in Mechanicsville Lyrics

And what's behind the curtain
I don't know I don't ask
Are you any good it may be the thing that I am best at
Okay it's six in the morning
I guess I must have overslept
Gotta get my thoughts together now and hold my breath
Ah stand and stretch shoot my man a text
He shoots me back the flex emoji says he's on his way let's get this check
Back in the day we used to spend our evenings getting wrecked
Now we're pushing work trucks to job sites to overcorrect
Skipped college but still piling up the debt
This blue collar around my neck gives a degree of respect I ain't expect
But nevertheless it don't always pay the bills
The inflation rate's rising while the pressure steadily builds
Another day in the life another reel for the appeal
Ain't no more filter on my eyes cause I took the time to heal
So I can't wait for a meal look
We can't wait for the deal and we've convinced ourselves
It isn't enough reason to go out and steal so I'm robbing beats with a new license to ill
And I'm in the backseat with the devil doing some lines so CEO take the wheel

It helps me think
I don't know I don't ask

It helps me focus

I tell my son to keep his grades in the scope of his rifle
And I know one day my daughter could win American Idol
I try to lead by example that comparison's vital
Yeah I got skeletons in my closet I'm missing pages in my bible
I had to get off the prescriptions to avoid that vicious cycle
It was a repetitious crutch that I didn't want my kids to follow
Handle your problems without them now that's the hardest pill to swallow I know
It took me plenty of times before I dropped the bottle
But these days I try and walk around and keep my head up but it's tough
And even harder not to show how much I'm fed up
I'm thinking every day how Rxse and I can get this bread up
Got us in the studio finding flows that'll wake the dead up
But the traps inside this rap game can make this shit feel like a setup
Anxiety and bipolar depression only brings a threat up
I buried most of my triggers
I won't dig the rest up
Thankful that when I go outside I don't zip a vest up

And what's behind the curtain
I don't know I don't ask
Are you any good
It may be the thing that I am best at
This probably sounds weird but uh...feel like I'm connected to it
It helps me think

I end each day in the studio that's just the way it goes
Either working on a verse or putting my logo on some clothes
Another beat into a hearse I'll leave it murdered like a group of crows
Finished up the collab started booking us some shows
And who knows just how far we can make this rap thing go
Well shit I do I'm manifesting this what I say grows
And I'm proof you gotta walk a couple yellow brick roads all alone and truth be told they ain't all paved in gold
You hear Ruda & Rxse think Kanye and Conway
Y'all clown behind the mics a bunch of Eric Andres
Added Azlo to the mix now we're serving up the entrees
We get it poppin' in this bitch for the Padres and Madres
Tal vez en otra vida
I'm smoking on some country grown with little red hairs that's word to Reba
We're magical and y'all suck that's just word to Eureka
I can sell stripes to cheetahs and spots to zebras
Shit I'm the cream of the crop y'all just an average slice of pizza
Y'all's raps are food poisoning with a side of amnesia
Y'all should avoid me like the worm in the tequila shit avoid me like a subpoena bitch
Let's go
Helps me focus you know when I'm here I can control the chaos
You know what the f*ck I'm talking about
Off the beat and path