Accolades ft. Huey Briss Lyrics

Imperative

Meddling

Emotionless decorative

I'm enhancing the regimen

Tryna better the estimate

Yeah, you rebuke

The paths taking of fugitives

Locked intertwining my notes

I'm musically incline to what's transpire

Your old dense anecdotes

Have Marky petrified

And what you scribble

On an iOS device and android

Consist no literary devices

I took a quick vacation

From resorting to violence

GET LIKE ME

A nigga cannot ever recite

Such a righteous matter

A master of his craft

Who had the craftsmanship of Huey-P

The arithmetic of many deeds

Meticulous

Please go peep

A peep show

Marky truly reaps

What he sows

Stitching together Cleo

Patra patios

This all by design from my dispatch

So, I became a carpenter

And double backed

Double the trouble man

Man, we all have the same 24

Except my 24

The chemical fluid radiate hustling

But you wouldn't be aware

Man' Man

So, beware the penmanship

Man' Man

Money's the root of all evil

But Benjamin's a benefit

Epileps

Sure I slip

You some tips

Spread the word from the wise

Tutelage

And protection is a must

Therefore, before I bust

In the game

I cover up

My mess

A run on sentence is what is formed

No weaponry formed against

Constituents of Megamind

Invader Zim hmm

Shall prosper

The monotonous

Niggas is stail

But I reframe from nitpicking

So, I'm speaking in Braille

For the dainty transmissions

I don't want a person around

Who doesn't carry ambition

I'm licensed to carry the weight

Of the world on my shoulders

Wait

Man, man

The accolades mean nothing without the pain

Before you get praise just think what I overcame

Before you criticize just look what was in my way

You could move the cards

A spade is still a spade

The ace of all aces

Gotta bet on myself

Rather roll with the winners

Then be dead on the shelf

Either be a dead homie or be locked in a cell

Reminiscing bout the future as I puff on a L

Well

Don't be scared now

Church on the move

We got everything to gain and we got nothing to lose

Time is no excuse

Modify the deuce deuce

Now I gotta boot

Gotta hurry up and shoot

Ugh, yea

And the shoes gotta swoosh

This is something that I do

Niggas lucky I ain't you

I'm living proof

Aye

I'm living proof

Aye aye

The gatekeepers let me slip through the back

We need your name on the list

To hit the shit that we at

I'm running game and I'm about to hit my victory lap

In my lane

I ain't never have to pivot in fact

I'm young, rich and I'm black

The prison is pack

The promise makers

But I'm popping I ain't dealing with that

Gotta make it so Yolanda could just chill and relax

Alot of acres

Really, it don't get no bigger than that

Man' man