Brock Seals - Stack, Pray, Stay Out the Way

I get the Guap and I'm gone
Ain't no reason to prolong
You niggas stuck in the past
Me, I been stuck in the zone
What's the move
Show and prove
Break the rules
Shake the room
What's the move
Show and prove
Break the rules
Shake the room
I get the Guap and I'm gone
Ain't no reason to prolong
You niggas stuck in the past
Me, I been stuck in the zone
So I stack, pray, stay out the way
Young Artivist I'm filled with that rage
Running a marathon this ain't no race
If you think different you stuck in a maze
My intuition just knows best
I'm addicted to the progress
Can't nothing fuck with my focus
So I operate under no stress
Me and my team get more checks
Say seals ain't on deck you don't know shit
I leave em sleep buenas noches
I'm straight from the J how ya notice
Counting sheep
I'm bound to be
On the brink of doing shit you never seen
Importantly
I'm abnormally
That's every time Sinclair recording me
Listen, I shake the room
Aye the shrooms
Hate to assume y'all ain't hip
Or just ain't in tune
The gems be droppin'
Broken watches
Lint and wallets I'm in the pocket
The paint Ben Wallace
I get the Guap and I'm gone
Ain't no reason to prolong
You niggas stuck in the past
Me, I been stuck in the zone
So I stack, pray, stay out the way
Young Artivist I'm filled with that rage
Running a marathon this ain't no race
If you think different you stuck in a maze
Look every nigga with me solid
Stackin this cheddar just made a deposit
Dripping in paint see I don't need a stylist
Venues be trippin' cause we steady wilding
My nigga you can't control the rage
This shit for life ain't no phase
Been like this shit since a young age
I cannot change I'm stuck in my ways
Riding down J road and I seen Spaceship
Shit so close I can damn near taste it
Coult on thrid all we need a base hit
Let my work talk I don't really gotta say shit
Been down before and I don't really want to go back
Bout to turn the city up with that Cardinal collab
Squad goin' crazy like niggas off Prozac
Bringing the spirit back like an orange and white throwback
I'm jumpin' off of the arch
Ima gymnast when it come to art
Canvas be flipping like I'm in Olympics
I need me an Emmy well I play my part
I'm posted in fairground park
Sunday evening
Sun is beaming
I'm parked
I'm revving my engine just so they can listen
A limit edition no regular cars
I get the Guap and I'm gone

Written by:
Brock Seals

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