MIDSOMR ft. JamesThe3rd Lyrics

Pragmatic practice

I'm tipping that loot from the palace

I shoot out the roof see no challenge

I walk thru the land like im Alice

No wonder i'm losing my balance

Spend it ain't had no allowance

I clock in so late for them hours

I scoop and i dip from that challis

The way i been working can't even smell my flowers

The land of the loss a devour the plan

You ain't in position to make no demands

Changing my mind but it really depends

You losing friends from that?

Ain't clapping no hands for rap? cuz these niggas no fans

Don't stop gunning that money start coming in

Caught that play i start thumbing a 100 bands

I been minding my business no other chance

Wasn't looking to niggas for helping hands

No helping hands

Rather put em together start praying then

Proficize what you want better make a plan

No excuses i really dont give a damn

Take a slice of this cake cuz im going ham

I'm living life on the edge

I be smooth tucked away stackin my bread

I can't ignore the voice stuck in my head

Stay on your grind that's all that he said

Yeah you know we prepared

But don't get confused we never scared

Just looked at my vice in the mirror

Thought that the ending was near, but im still shining like chandeliers