Not Here Anymore - Phonte, eLZhi

Went to the well and made a wish

Pray to God I stay around, Tigallo love to throw his weight around

On the same scale they weigh the fish

It’s just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this

Holla at me if you ever been a underdog or set up a upset

Standing on the verge of your success

Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed

Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain’t fucked yet

That’s how I was gettin it

I don’t need the limelight, that’s young nigga shit

I’m a O.G.

and the G is for gentleman

Yes, Phontigga spit amazon flame, watch 9th rekindle it

Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost

Two brothers, two peas in a pod, two comeback seasons apart

Take it back to when I be in the park

Then rhyme 'til I couldn’t see in the dark

So silly niggas betta be on ya guard

Long as breath is in my being, I’mma be on my job

With good music, got that good feel

A good meal, leafy greens, two veggies, protein and a starch

And I’m out

Right where I thought I’d be

It’s another part of me

And the world’s so sad to see

That I’m not here anymore

Wind blowing through the trees

Blue Bull City skies, 70 degrees

Te' embodies a architect and when he rhyme about it

He body the whole alphabet, so bury me a G

My mama say she done enough worrying for me

So I’m done currying, favor what you niggas groundhog

And spitting that same shit, y’all Bill Murraying

My D.C. niggas say you bamas lack expurrience

Carolina on my mind like Steve Spurrier

I’m the courier, carrying the word that with these verbs

That nigga Phonte’s a little murderous

See a little nervousness, and a frown cause you know deep down

You ain’t nice, just a little courteous

You just running game nigga, we the fucking tournament

You a temporary visa to a fucking permanent, resident

Citizen, it’s evident the denizens

Took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit

Shoulders back, hair tied to the fucking firmament

Can’t be like us, and fear no man

Niggas bleed like us, get a fuckin' tourniquet, nigga

I’m poetic while they po-thetic

I play they life like a movie and in the end give 'em no credit

I was told to run it, so I grip the baton

And spit magic like it’s pouring out the tip of a wand

Don’t trip, you ain’t equipped to fix ya lip and respond

I plan to X you out like the man who hand you and script the Quran

Since life flipped, I’m getting chips in Milan

Pull dips, push whips like the one from the clips in the Tron film

I blow your mental mass where your mind stem

Like a nine M-M right at your line trim

You must rewind him, the syllable sensei

Then bring ya to ya knees the way biblical men pray

Or whores in a brothel

Cause I spill ill from the grill

Like one who reveals sores from their mouth hole

And if you only knew the shit that I been through

To paint the type of pictures my pen drew

Your label tries to fuck you, your friends screw you over

Now you sober watching bad energy affect the evils that men do

They fucking see through

I’m a sick flower that carry lines

Like when you click over on you dick blowers

And it sucks to be you