Automatic - Blueprint

Ease up, my feet is up, sittin' on my re-up

The whip paid cash, not worried about a lease up

Harrasin' my assets, talkin' about a freeze up

IRS want taxes all they get is these nuts

Need much more before you see him lose his stride

His body’s airborne but his minds pool side

He got options, scoff at the thought of do-or-die

Your attempts at getting live only ends in suicide

You scared of hard work, he at the pad doing yard work

Shittin' on the industry and all of the circle-jerks

Perks for the verse, VIP cause the beat bang

Step up your work ethic maybe we hang

When I’m bored again

Just might take you under wing

The overlordean scores again

You still and underling

If you’re looking for an image of what this all means

It’s a Delorean

My music is the future it seems

It’s automatic

Automatic (4x)

Fly as I can be

I don’t even try to be

To see eye-to-eye with me you probably gotta climb a tree

No more sweatpants or 5x white tees

Stop turning every skirt that flirt into the wife-piece

No begging for bitches or begging for listeners

It’s hard enough making hard work seem effortless

You want a deeper meaning inside of the sentences?

Then play the record backwards for subliminal messages

I got the laser scope right on a sambo

Or posted up a wifey’s house reading my manuals

Trying to make a soft-synth sound like a sample

Cause everybody want your progress to seem more gradual

Like a born again

Everything about me is clean

Time to explore again

The music is a series of streams

If you’re looking for an image of what this all means

It’s a Delorean

My music is the future it seems

It’s automatic

Automatic (4x)