The Conscientious Objector Lyrics

What have I got to do-oo-oo

You've got to-to-to

(What) (Okay)

Take a look inside my mind

In case you thought that you were special

(Take a look bitch)

My foot and blueprint on a huger level

And you big mad 'cuz I'm doing shit that you could never

Commandment number nine, I don't have to lie, Queue the set-up

He been fed up, You been fed up, All because I do it better

That's why I'm flexin' on you hoes like I aquired a new vendetta

Used to let shit go until I put two and two together

Four I'm stupid clever, Selling you perspectives to accrue the cheddar

There's things you cannot control but it's more about how you view the weather

They say that life is like a rainstorm stay in the rain and you get wetter

You can stand there lookin' dumb, you could hand the crowd a few umbrellas

Do whatever, Just don't say you'll do it and then do it never

Me? I'm doin' good and I could be doin' better

'Cuz I get in my head sometimes and everyone I know is so far away

Even though they're just a call away

There isn't much to the bros that I gotta say

Should probably pick up the phone once I finish this song

'Cuz I've been grindin' so hard I've been ignant to y'all

And I can't help but feelin' like this is my fault

'Cuz it's been a minute and a minute is a minute (too long)

I like to keep the friends close and the enemies in submission

Ironically that's the easy part: look at my competition

They portray a fraudulent image, I don't even gotta diss 'em

'Cuz what is self deprecation to a limited edition?

I'm an asshole for a snowflake naturally on the cocaine

You want the truth? Said the whole thing

Can't handle it? Then go away

Wait, where do I reside? Where truth is found

Now I'ma treat the beat like the weed before I smoke and break it down

We the realest ones around now, you know why they hate us

When i drop the album watch it click like cicadas

I guess they treat you different when you hit 'em in the soul

Who has been trippin' up a runner, Who has been gunnin' for the gold?

Looks like Usain got a new sprain and it wasn't due to a shoelace

But it only hurt for a few days, pain temporary as a moon phase

I heard everything that you think and still took a pass on the Kool-Aid

(Skrt)

Think I'd rather poll up in a phantom lookin' handsome

Choosin' myself over what the fans want

Stop talkin' and understand some

They lookin' for a prophet not an answer

You ain't got the answers man

You ain't got the answers

You ain't got the answers

Y-Y-You got the answers Sway

Sway, I've been doing this more than you