Royce da 5'9", Pusha T, Rick Ross - Layers lyrics

Look at you, no pleasure
In creative thinking
Because you don't think creatively anymore
The real joy of being a human being is
To be able to use your mind
In the manner that the Almighty God has
Designed the human mind to do

Tug of war and my mind's like
A clash of the titans
Thoughts contrast so it's layers
To my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese
Birds in the trunk so these keys
Now they homin' letters and numbers on the
Coupe like it's Roman
Woo, all black like the omen
Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it


So I'm feeling like a Greek
God when I quote it lightyears ahead
But I was caught up in the moment
Moment of clarity, moment of silence
Burner on my waist
Yet I'm saying stop the violence
Sitting on that white horse
Look at prince valiant
Dad shakes his head 'cause the
Worst waste his talents
I philosophize for them Pitchfork scholars
Devil on my shoulder and
The pitchfork follows poking at my problems
I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver

A slave is one whose power and authority
Is ruled over by another and
Whose sphere of freedom is limited according
To the wishes of a
Master your power and authority is ruled
Over by another and your sphere
Of freedom of activity is governed by
The wishes of somebody else

Them niggas wanna see me runnin'
They know I won't
They say misery loves company, no, I don't
Ain't got no time for you to
Try on no Manolo Blahniks
All I got time to do is go back
In time and pose with the Unabomber
Just so I can go back in time
A second time to photobomb it
I live by a code
Of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life
I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
I'm Doug E fresh in the flesh, I beat box
I boo boo-du-du between the sheets
To seek the G-Spot i'm in bed with three
Naked ladies holding hands
I'm in bed with three major labels
And I ain't talkin' 'bout
Wearing clothing brands
Underground locomotive man
Putting on a global show that no promoter can
I philosophize with wise words
From learned lessons
In my world mistakes turns to blessings
The hate turned to destiny
I'm saying "Lord Jesus" while the Lord's most
Gorgeous creatures take turns blessing me
I got your baby momma down on all fours
When drama comin', I'm all for it
If it ain't about the money please
Let this be your last question
You players can jump if you want
But you half-stepping like Paul George
I make the yay invisible in like a day or two
That's how the players do, my nigga
There's layers to it

First in science, first in technology
Wealthiest country on Earth
Most powerful country on Earth is
Twenty sixth in education
So you have all been taken and you
Don't even realize that you
Have been dumbed to
The point where you are like sheep

Paranoid of poverty
Hustle was the philosophy
I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of me
Lie, cheat and steal
I had it mastered by my teens
Started hands on
A nigga still pulling strings
Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams
Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring
Was a water boy
But balling always in my genes
Season ticket holder
Nigga sitting with the team
Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice
So suspicious of the cars
Tuitions for the schools
Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every move
Shots fired, now the deposition from the crew
Smooth operation, but the money came in knots
Forty million there
I dare you tell me what I'm not
I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more
Counting this fast money and
Fucking my bitches slow rozay