| Lyrics: From the beginning til the ending, I'll be "Mr. Metaphorical" Focused on today and ignorin' the historical Spreadin out my branches, I'm never categorical Through lyrics I push messages, I'm somethin' like an oracle I'm horrible, I'm terrible, a Marshall Mathers poser As haters all unite, I watch 'em gather closer I hit 'em with my lyrics and I'll show 'em how my flows hurt Hate all you want, but I'm much better than most sir ...so I'll tell you when I'm done with this I need to buy some track shoes cuz right now I am runnin' this Professional in the making, but I'm lovin' all the fun of this Girls will sing along while the dudes will be hummin' this They say the sky's the limit, so I'm lookin' for that outer space Maybe what I really need to do is seek a louder grace I'm givin' credit where it's due, never fallin' outa place You chewin sour grapes, huh?!, tell me how's that taste?! (Chorus) As this plane's taking off, I swear I'm staying grounded Never forget the process or the ones who were around it From the very start it, you had my back, damn I'm still astounded Thank you, much love, Ambro has been founded I'm surrounded by support from the people that I need most I keep you in my heart and I'm grateful you exceed those People who love to hate, they can't even feed flows They're all dead to me, and homie, I don't see ghosts You see the plane behind me? It's boarding all passengers The lovers and the haters, even all of the ass kissers Got room for the good ... |
