Sideline Seat
Mark W. & Chylite
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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 fucked 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!
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Written by: Mark Whitlock III, William Evans-Phelps
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