Lyrics Not As I Do - Dylan Andre

Do as I say not as I do
I be on the edge of a skyscraper
You ain't Andre, gotta find you
I be on the flex it's in my nature
Broken in the brain, loose with the screw
But I stuck around on the fly paper
I'll be up next, then it's all you
Stay a fresh man like a 9th grader
I be on deck with the aces
Hide em in my sleeve off to the races
I be on that razor blade with the flat cap
Tommy with the Shelby razor sharp when I clap back
Not a possibility you could ignore me
Got the opportunity right before me
The mental instability couldn't floor me
You won't ever hear a man saying "Poor me"
Do as I say not as I do
I be on the wing of the P.J.
You ain't Andre, gotta find you
Scroll it on back for the replay
I be all day, you be past noon
I be bundled up in a heat wave
Broken in the brain, loose with the screw
I be in reverse on the freeway
I ain't all alone in my head
There's a couple shadows in my front yard
Take em out back to the shed
You wanna hear about how I got these scars?
Whatever the weather in the b I'm ahead
I tell em music and the passion's got me this far
Stabbing every single ear with the pen
Not metaphorically be careful what you wish for
You wanna armor up for this war?
Promise you gone need commas, a stronger stomach, and fist's worn
You come a knockin' up on this door
Watch your arteries you want a part of me I got the switch for em
Just so you know I'm not a b boy
I eat the meat up off the bones and I'm leaving a dirty dish for em
I got a problem with the conscious
I'm being honest
Keep your distance cause I never break a promise
I hand over all the evidence
To set the precedent
Got you asking God and the Devil and the Tooth Fairy
"What's up with your boy?"
Got you tryna figure out if I'm Heaven sent
Apparitions in my mind are malevolent
But surprise is the element
I keep tryna put together words 'till you little mainstream bitches are sitting and call me relevant
But that irrelevant
I'ma stay killing every syllable s' since the umbilical
So pull up to the crib my diaper is not fillable
And this fire is not killable
Already died two times
So death is not real enough
So come and get a piece of the pie
And take a long look in my eyes and
Do as I say not as I do
I be passed out in the cockpit
You ain't Andre, gotta find you
Starring down the barrel of a Glock since
01 19 year 92
Out the easy bake with the chopsticks
Here through the pain, how about you?
Diving head first in the mosh pit
Have you ever had someone tell you that you're nothing?
Have they debated on if you'll make it and stuck in
Kitchen knives in your back from people who said they love it?
The push you up against the wall when you're buzzin?
Wanting this wanting that now everybody's your Cousin
But hear me out I'm not judging
Cause if I knew a guy who had a fire in his eye
I'd try to tear him down before he stuck a knife into mine
But I think it sucks less
Dealing with the stress of everything catching up to the success
Maybe I just need to undress
Let the water wash over me showing me He ain't impressed
Live in a pig sty claiming "What mess?"
It's how my mind works
Writing all the rhymes and put in all the time
Giving up the paradigm
Throw a lit match better be ready for them fireworks
Call me a fake? But how?
I rap about what I know about
Look at me now
I looking down from the Heavens running my hand in the cloud
A foul mouth couples well with a benefit of the doubt
A tongue and a mouth's a metaphor
I'm gunning em down
I'm a legend from the northeast down to the south
Bringing rain when I thunder got you wondering how
Don't worry 'bout it
Just keep my f' name out of your mouth