Mark W. & Chylite - Sideline Seat Lyrics

Yo
Let me breathe one time
You got me queued up
Look
Plotting for the mission over pints of liquor
Navigating through a Cali winter
Mix a pen with a pissed off vocab you do the math
You get articulate bloodbaths
Smash through the competition
Take petition every sentence gets a lethal cocktail might as well take the shot nigga
(Might as well take the shot nigga)
Or pull the trigger yourself
I keep the movement stealth cuz help gum up the gears Depart from peer that pop up when profit appears
Popular cheers come the hard parts been done You claim you day one but never broke a sweat nigga
Should've spoke up with your chest nigga
When it was time for the gym
Back when pockets thin I put my back to a pension Cut ties with a nine to five
Suicide how they classified Pride got me f*cked up
I should have listened when they packed up Mack trucking my passion from facts taken from past luck
Now I'm stuck with a trust limit
Like you close enough nigga
Back up
You blocking my vision
Coattail clipping
Sideline the perfect position to add two cents
Yo shoes fit
Try and walk in em
Yo shoes fit
Try and walk in em
You know if knowledge is wealth
You niggas is deciding to be broke
(The f*ck!)
What part of the game is that
While Mark let it breathe I alter the carbon
Let conscious changes sleeves Hard to hit a moving target
Red dot lead exhale slowly Keep three points contact Trigger finger squeeze
Man down Shoulda kept ya hands down now you on a stretcher off the pressure of a four pound
Talking like you wanna trip now ya body floor bound and my style still drip bet your whore drowns
I be diving deep sea
Motion in her ocean be mo potent now she over dealing wit who you supposed to be
Give her dope dick and give her brain more than dopamine She soaked game chose me F*ck is you supposed to be
Money is what my motive be Please no distorting me
Niggas get it twisted all day ain't contorting me
Make a point to get Mine ain't no one appointing me My hustle has anointed me to post up where the glory be
(Like That!)
But I could tell a horrid tale it was gory G Thinking this cant be life
I know theres more to me but life rain bombs on a nigga tryna mortar me
Escaped that narrowly on proceed normally
I fell like I remain unaffected
But I'm sick with it so I considered myself infected
No Rona. Ha!