For the Record - H.I.M.

2 am on the flight headed back to the city

Head is clouded with the baggage that you left with me

So before I take off we need to clear the air

And acknowledge some things that I ain’t know was there

Shit, it’s on airplane mode

Guess you’ll get this message much later on

Wonderin if I lighten the load or carry on, should a nigga never look back and

just keep on carrying on

Bet that went over your head

You so caught up in your feelings i’m throwin the net

Facts on facts, it wasn’t always me and you

Facts on tracks, thought of losing and then winning told you I changed that

I loved every part of your pigment

Told me to wait for it I was getting impatient

Said I wasn’t focused but your vision was blurred

It’s a jungle out here and in the end ain’t no H.I.M.

without… H.E.R

1 am still in Brooklyn and we mob deep

Wrecking havoc in the stu' cus i’m a prodigy

A dead clock in the room, runnin on no time

Zombies in formation, we on a deadline

Feelin like a X man, cus you still on my mind like Magneto

We know, opposites attract, but big bro pullin us apart cus he don’t want us on

the same side

Now I gotta meet the parents

But I left a bad taste in they mouth

Cus they son tryna air me out

Said I was pretty hard to read like prayers they fillin me out, and they still

tryna figure me out

Guess I was a blind spot, cus they ain’t really see us coming

I was never tryna ride a wavw, turn a ripple into a tidal wave

But you making claims that i’m a copy

Now it’s time to GPS-ing, I mean really adressing

I mean really say the things that got these niggas stressing

For a kings Vs.

a machine yeah that’s independent, I said that’s independent,

oh Lord

You tried to pull strings to have my shit taken down

Not realizing I’m the puppet master now

It’s a conversation now, if you don’t like it, just know they all fuckin with

the sound uh

So deal with it, no labels

I made a H.I.M.

cus I can and I was able

For the music, and the culture

And for all the niggas that had a shorty like H.E.R

You was my Tasha on some ride or die shit until it got really ugly so I went

ghost

Two stars on the same network for hours, so you know it’s bound to be a stroke

of some power