Mystery

[Verse 1: Godson]

Everybody my age depressed
I look around
Young savage wanna get him a check
Get a record deal or
Dealing on the corner
With a bulletproof vest
Choose the rat race you wanna get into

My brother tell me not to press the issue
Let her come around
In time
She'll be into you
I try to ease her mind
Dry her eyes with a tissue

Look like Amerie
So I took her to paradise
And now she just wanna get high
All the time
She be sippin on lean
The mari doesn't do it for her anxiety issue

In the mean time my tribulations
Weather me down
Industry dudes is fake
Tryna snatch up my crown

I'm really just a producer
Only rap on the down low
But you got to many niggas around you on the down lo

I Pray to God

I stay on the straight and narrow
She go both ways
Charlie's angels in the club

One blonde
One brown skinned like Pam Grier
The other one is Asian
I told her let's make a deal

She wore a crucifix

So I guess she Christian
That's code word for a freak
Got my full attention

Time to figure out this plot
You're either winning or you're losing inches

Everytime i monetize my playlists
It's like i'm getting paid twice
And i see beautiful sights
From the beautiful heights i live in

[Verse 2: Ian Sean]

Fuck petty dollar bills
I'm tryna build for real
Chill money
Stretched as the limousine
Connected on the islands
St. Grenadines
Diabolical schemes
American dreams
Why entertain it?

Ain't seen a nigga this dangerous
Since Django Unchained, shit
Skip cocaine, main chick
Tryna Carry Washington
Numbers solid
Yet suspicion on statistics
Whatever the motive
Manipulated through analytics

Middle finger up
Damn the critics
I been places never ever planned to visit
Cultured
Could tell by the mannerism
Bitches on the dick
Guess it's the magnetism
Reason enough to keep a magnum with em

Body bags
I could brag on victims
Tickles
How many fickle fags listen
Wishing was living through me
Ian Sean head of the rap pack marathon
If think can see me
Swear to God your mirror wrong

Remember skills remembered
Longer than the dress and high heels you're wearing dawg
To me, it's all apparent
You were lacking actual masculine parent
Repeat what they do are you a parrot?

That's right I said it
Google the lyrics
Far from a preacher
But I could Bluetooth your spirit
But who knew my voodoo taboo scared to hear it
Play this acapella
If they playing with sample clearance

Get a glimpse of the kid
Then they revamp they whole appearance
Funny how Ian Sean got em overstaring