Roof

My roof is my favorite My only kind of entertainment My own private vacation Hyper when the light graced him From the sun when he waited with the right patience I'm writing and I'm pacing Looking at the cityscape, is it a simulation? In the middle of the city in isolation Some see it solely for the taking See the only course to take And make it better 'fore I'm gone and wasted Didn't play GTA, up the block and in the park where I was playing At the monument where I was skating Spitting the hardest shit at every party's how I made my way in Don't be all high and mighty, ighty? Watch what you saying I've been high and wildin', since a baby, I was faded (Gone) Living in the Big Apple, isn't it amazing? But it doesn't matter, nothing in this city's sacred (Nah) I'm not gonna hate it, I'll tolerate it (I'll tolerate it) But just know I'm the one that gotta save it Do I wanna travel or remain with the same view from this roof That stays the same but always changes? I see a million faces beneath me racing I'm just chasing the bag with my pen to the pad Got the Benjamins off unemployment, hope it'll last Do I really want shows to come back? I don't know That's the only time I feel real, the times when I rap Otherwise, need to get me this cash I do not know, I'm stuck in a bind No matter what I do, feel like I'm getting fucked from behind I'm out of luck, out of time I struck gold, cup overflowing with wine At the function, we dine But then everything fluctuates, you shrug and you sigh Thinking all the dumb shit that you tried when you was fried I even turned my roof to a church, pray for him I even jerked off up there, should've gave warning I stayed watching porn since the day I was born Even done more, worse, I paid for it I need to be scorned by the lord Four Hail Marys, hopefully I'll get saved for it When I feel my head, shit, I feel horns I hope that they wasn't made for him I hope it's just a bump on the head from the times I bumped a mic on my head when I was touring Back on my roof and ain't shit boring My fit kicks Jordans with a Mets lid on 'em Been wet since a jit, the kid had shit sorted Last miss dipped on 'em, but now my chick foreign Smoking illegal legally Taking in the scenery, you seeing me? Gotta walk six floors in order to court him I sorta, for the summer Turned my roof into my private quarters (Just for the summer) Cyphing quarters While the landlord records us, but ignores us Lets me be, lets me breathe, it's better for him When the breeze hits (Uh) and the weather's gorgeous (Okay) You know where I'll be, atop my fortress (Yup) You ain't gotta see it, you can hear the portrait (You can hear it) Can't stop, peering over, watching the ants walk From my rooftop, feeling enormous And then the wind hits, filling me with endorphins Uh And now I know what's really important