M!nt, GDP - Messages lyrics

Just sitting over Essex with
Assemblances of freshness
Open ended sessions left
Heads second guessing
I be the first to set it off
Last to question the essence
Of the sentiments of testament to
Riding 'round and getting it
G's pent sipping decadent
The evidence embedded in the
Messages when they reminisce
And I go transcendentalist
Style wars, penmanship, wild style ever since
I'm in the room like a elephant
Headstrong, can't tell him shit
Doesn't give a fuck, celibate
Sign to SmoCo, sell a bit
Incoherent, yelling shit
Steal, doesn't vote on some felon shit
Uncouthed yet elegant
Hip Hop, it's in my bones like gelatin

Scripts flip like selling fish to pelicans
Spit the elements
Ya'll living off embellishments
Not even a shell of what they sell to kids
I'm on the L like Ralph Ellison, come again?
Don't tell me, tell a friend
Tell a foe, kick a flow thats relevant
Sell his soul for the hell of it
Front row with my woe delegates
So, so, eloquent nah, I'm multi-faceted
Off the acid trip writing OG platinum hit's
Candelabra but the candle's lit
A masochist, fuck that low-key passive shit

Smoke weed, pass that shit
They like "yo, G, that's that shit"

It took 14 billion years to write this
Cordially invited to my quarter life crisis
Like the ficus with pipoos and Pipus
Watching white chicks with a bitch
That's what life is
It took 25 minutes to write this
Cordially invited to my quarter life crisis
Seen it coming like a psychic
M!nt, that's my side kick
Your bitch is my side chick

Demonize the righteous tax the gratuitous
I'm in the booth, making use of it
Trying to get so rich won't know what
The fuck to do with this
Smoking on the same stoop Big
Scoop's used to live

I guess people come and go
That's apropos to keep a poker face
And never let your baggage show

Cause in New York, you're just a average joe
I'm not an artist, I'm a rapper though
I'm not a killer, I'm a savage though
I'm not a top biller, imma manage though

Jacob, I'm climbing up the ladder to
Try my hardest, it doesn't even matter though
On a sadder note
We in the catacombs, writing poems
Edgar Allan Poe

It took 14 billion years to write this
Cordially invited to my quarter life crisis
Like the ficus with pipoos and Pipus
Watching white chicks with a bitch
That's what life is
It took 25 minutes to write this
Cordially invited to my quarter life crisis
Seen it coming like a psychic
M!nt, that's my side kick
Your bitch is my side chick