POTUS

Yeah
I feel like Neo meeting the architect
Just to find out the architect is me
Dodging red dresses
I'm up
I figured it out
Yeah

Yeah
My focus is shifting
You trying to get your hunger back
I'm closing your kitchen
Never did no holidays
It feel like it's Christmas
I never been so present
Not a thing that i'm missing

The Algorhythm solved
Whole time it was Obvious Equations
You can't wake up everybody cause they comfy with sedation
I pulled the IV out
Mirages got to fading
Feel like Morpheus on morphine
I don't know what pain is

And it happens when you find the truth and voyage while it's raining
Got to deconstruct the matrix and that truth right there
Went from to chasing dreams to running to my nightmares
Had to kill my ego but I brought that nigga back here

These niggas too sneaky like a pair of fox
Swear you high frequency & energy but slander me
Nigga that's a paradox
Huh
So familiar with defeat that you could put it in a pair of socks

Still got that dark side in me and I think that it's my better half
Algorhythm cracked and I was never really good with math
I would rather finish last
Vision too bright
The type to give a nigga cataracts

Acting out of spite ain't in my time and I can't interact
Tried to be alone but it's not for cause I get attached
Now them demons my friends like i'm Miller Mac
I'm watching movies turn to black but still keep the sound on

I'm moving mountains
I set the tempo to your ear drums
The punch is falcon
I'm Jim Jones with the Kool-aid
The punch is that strong

A killed a Mr. Smith again that used to be a milestone
Feel the youth was streaming me like you done found the fountain
The elected one no I'm not a pro
The flow is proton
Metric units can't get a reading of the volts that i'm throwing
The President
The Chosen one but ain't no votes that i'm throwing
Your POTUS just another puppet we ain't blind to the motion

You can't reach me through this damn phone
I'm immune to systems why you think a nigga Airborne
Spark the flight in private I ain't never seen a clear port
Dilate my iris
I can see it with my 2 closed

You can't stand beside us cause I got whiff of puto
Ain't no way around the truth you'll never find a loop hole
You can't block my blessing you going need like 10 Manute Bols
Stack them nigga's up and add some inches to they insoles
I still a finger roll