Sandwiches

(The sandwich is practically an American institution It is a basic essential for lunchboxes, parties and picnics As far as these boys are concerned, well Hamburgers and hot-dogs are their idea of a really good meal But there are sandwiches and sandwiches) Bitch I'll be making these tracks till I die, bet you won't figure out why Something like maybe it's just in my nature the same way My son knows already to shoot for the sky Said on the millionth try, fuck out the way on the climb Yall have been building it wrong you the mortar-less brick I'm the mortar that's coming for You when you look up like fuck it's my time I'm the ghost of your past, your present arriving to tell you That you have no future in this The voice that you hear when you write all those shitty-ass lyrics And question the Meaning of shit Way too involved with these lines they go through me The channel is spitting Courageous and lit You way too involved with these lines they go through you till deviate sept I'm right There with your bitch Hey This Wanna Play This I'm, I'm her favorite Yeah, yeah, bitch Moving weightless Out my way, shit You done made the list, watch me whip it up (Whip it up) You running circles in cellars, amazement, I'm running up check the pages Your work dumb as shit Man, I run this shit do you get the gist aint no touching this When you fire, miss, when I fire, mist I'm on fire, shit, don't get tired, bitch Like whoah, whoah All this time and no growth, oh You can't write lines you blow, blow Money, weed and, oh no, oh no You just too caught up in your circumstance No vision, no vision, no vision, no vision just stay where you are (Just stay where you Are) Stay where you are (Just stay where you are, just stay where you are) Just stay where you are (Just stay where you are) (A wise young homemaker using good techniques and equipment and a little Imagination Can turn a sandwich into festive fare The bread was toasted quickly in the broiler And the rarebit is nearly ready to serve) (Oh, shit) My youth is on the boarder (Okay) My mind, she is a hoarder (Mhmm) Save dimes, nickels, quarters Bitch I'm like, bitch I'm like, bitch I'm like fuck, put in my order I want a million for me Two million for Cooper Three million for Mom, and that's medium rare A new set of keys The sense that you sense when the world is a mess but you lit up the lair Are you getting this I want a purpose in life and I know that shit only gets cooked on the grill I need the marks on me showing the work and the scars To tell all of these people to Chill (Now it's time to serve) Fuck man, I been writing all day Fifth cup of coffee and I feel like Ima fly away Maybe I'm a loose chain Moving to the refrain Gotta get up and make an effort to believe that it will be okay Yall don't think I'm making moves to get me there, hey I'm in a problem, but Ima solve it, cause I accomplish And bitch I polish, I polish to demolish what you started So now I just need a minute to Plan- wait a minute I need a minute to plan out the murder I been coming for you from the moment I could write A certi-fied motherfucker just lurking at the window of the words You think you wrote to get you where you wanna be, word I know you got a million reasons you think it'll be okay But I carry a million and fucking One So you can lock the doors on your shit But it doesn't matter when you gotta buy a truck To carry the size of this gun Yeah, yeah, yeah That's another one down for the count, the list keeps growing Running out of room for the rappers that I body Now I gotta go buy me a bigger house cause they keep on showing up I am the reason you're stuck Think you can write like I do cause I doubt it It's hard to stay focused enough to write Lyrics Or rap 'em with you on my nuts