Aftermath ft. Mac-TM Lyrics

Shit man, I then put this motherfucker together in like two minutes

Then my mom called me and then I aint finish the verse

And then I lost the flow

You going catch this fucking aftermath

I'm sick of all this shit

I hop up in the booth and now I'm spitting all this shit

This right from off the dome

And nigga angry then a bitch

Iont like to cuss, so imma keep it alias

I'm sick all of ya hoes, you ain't shit, but a waste of time

I'm sick of all you niggas, in the booth to speak my mind

Iont come on here to talk no bullshit imma keep a stack

My nigga Mac be on my fucking nerves but at least we keep it real

See most you niggas see through tinted window still

See the pussy in a nigga field

Pussy nigga feel

Yeah, you see the pussy in a nigga field

Tell em how you feel, yo

Never show a blind man light

Reflection of beams will give up position

Never trade moments for life

Cus' what was the point of the moment

I point with a beam not a flash

I just be tracking the moments

Spazz in the name of the mac in the moment

I'm black and I'm potent, oh wow

Back of my head I be thinking bout' gestures

And motions that fill up the room

I know that you feeling alright

How I got you to mimic my motion

But lemme get back to the motion (uh)

Lemme get back to the motion

Yo

The light I see is minuscule

The light I feel got me into school

Intercept my introspection

Life's a game is my longest lesson

Yo control's not in the world

You can find it in perception

You can find it in perception