D-Roc - Easel Talk Lyrics

Cheers
They only love you when you do something great
Back like I never left
So f*ck em ima do me
Still waiting on wings
Used to want it all but I let it go
Wishing I could dot my I's with decimal
Mr president
They dying by my residence
Over dead presidents, but I just set the precedence
Don't you play, don't you play, don't you play with me
(tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies)
My whole life seen friends turn enemy
Blatant lies, switching sides, It's all the same to me
Won't find no hate in me
Can't change my energy
Lately I feel like the goat, flow make em catch the holy ghost
Frankly they doing the most, frankly they doing the most
This the way the Lord made me
Promise they cant save him
The writings on the wall
Got a dungeon full of dragons my nigga we slay them all
Its best to not get involved
Pet peeve is problems unsolved, I hope they got some resolve
Funny how im on the rise, but was birthed in the fall
Return of the real rap
Type of shit to make these MCs feel wack
Niggas better clap back
I ain't worried about last
Niggas can't top my past
No more passes on that wack shit, I'm advancing the cause
Writings on the wall, hieroglyphics every bar
Pen and papyrus prove that I been writing with the stars
Might write a work of art
It ain't hard to tell that I been working on my art
Need monumental inscription to remember all of my victims
Ain't into leaving witness still pray to the Lord im forgiven
I, carve, engrave, engrave and carve
The dopest poets always write from the heart
All this flow of emotion a nigga might need a ark
Know a nigga well, last of the patriarchs
I'm gone
Tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies
Thank the Lord for waking up
I don't think I made enough
Tryna get my paper up
Yea yea yea yea
Thank the Lord for waking up
I don't think I prey enough
Tryna get my haters up
Yea yea yea yea
Don't you play, don't you play, don't you play, don't you play
(Tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies)
Don't you play, don't you play, don't you play with me
Used to want it all but I let it go
Wishing I could dot my I s with decimal
I broke the mold and the easel
It ain't hard to reach the people
The product of a problems never resolved
My resolutions are ensured by the lord
What I inscribe could alter another's mind
You just grapes to a vine
Another he say, she say
Why aren't yall disgraced
I see y'all mistakes
My feet up this my place
You could never stop the run
I got too many Dawgs in this race
Check ya space then give me space
Know ya place
I set the pace
Then over ate, not over hate
Just more irate
Stop saving face, I pray for Grace
And we, and we, and we
Waiting on wings nigga
Waiting on wings nigga