Let me take another sip, another sip, another sip...
[Verse One] Populate my flow with concentrated growth Hear my verses, hear my beats, you know I dominate at both Got my nickname up in high school from this girl named Winta Those was my early days, when I didn't have concern for figures But times change... I'm over-thinking everything, mind games... Feel like it's feeding on my brain, now I'm second guessing every effort, every sentence Does my breath need less inflection, am I being too reflective? Is such and such really better? Is my message even clever? I'm apprehended by this pressure, but shall I surrender? I look at my own team like, damn, I wish they would help me more That's no diss, just being honest, already pressed record So can't take it back, and plus I know my destiny's in my hand Shit man, I be stressin', maybe I should be more aggressive I really got some demons I'm embarrassed bout' Watch this verse become a motion picture, but what's Paramount was my fear Was out in LA, man I'm sittin' here with a living legend A living legend, the same one that made Resurrection No I.D., but they all just called him "Dion" And meanwhile I'm just overthinking, "should I play him 'Beyond'? Should I play him "Mama Told Me" and all my other classics?" But same old Damon, I just sat there being passive I never said a word, never shared a verse Then came back to Chicago acting like it never occurred
[Hook] There's a million words hiding in my silence There's a graveyard hiding in my closet Can't be that same dude chillin' on the corner So what you waiting on, tell me do you want it? Look through my eyes maybe you can see the riot Have you ever heard a storm that was quiet? Can't be the same dude chillin' on the corner So what you waiting on, tell me do you want it?
[Verse Two] Sipping on that Templeton Money short, no dividends Bank account ain't got no zeros, yet I still be zeroed in Got no time for simpletons Bumping Andre Benjamin In the crib, hit the shuffle now it starts that Eminem 'said you only get one shot,' only get one shot I hope that ain't true, cause' I still got my gun cocked Its 12:59, I'm in the club probably 'Shrine' Sometimes it's lacking but tonight I see the hottest dimes Yellow dress up in the corner red nails I think I want her Hair braided to the side, nose ring, prima donna God damn girl you're killing triple murder Tell the judge tell your honor Like a goddess from some folklore, oh lord My god, swear I couldn't stop staring I think I need another drink so I can get more daring One shot, two shots, three shots, now I'm ready Going for the gold, hang my banner, spray that confetti Truthfully I got no game But when that liquor hit me I be feeling vain Told her my name, I swore our conversation was like magic Now we dancing to some classic shit Should I grab that ass, Damon don't be so passive Had her laughing, we exchanged digits I met my wife, I wonder if she had that same vision Well let's see, that next morning had to text her I told her she got me under Sorry I don't remember who you are and lose my number
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