Decent/Falling Off

Everything decent ova’ here, (ova’ here)

Neva’ thought he’d choose public speakin’ for career,

Was a lil’ dude, gap up in tha’ teeth and bigger ears,

Back in middle school, tried ta’ rap to beats and now I’m here,

And I’m decent, I ain’t got a lot to fear,

I said I was a heathen, now, I’m talkin’ God in here on tha’ real though…

Ayo, tha’ lazy man, he gotta work twice as hard,

Daydreamin’ ‘cause he prolly neva’ liked his job,

Scribble in his pad, tryna get to write his bars wonderin’-

If it don’t inspire, is it right wit’ God?,

Man, I done been there,

It’s why I turned my life to a Write-A-Thon,

Put it down, ‘cause homie whether right or wrong,

I thank God before I ever get to babblin’ at Babylon,

Now I got couple hunnid records in tha’ catalog,

Everything is decent,

I don’t wanna pretend,

Man, everything is decent,

I don’t wanna prevent,

Don’t want it out a season,

But I don’t wanna lie, I really want it all,

But if it’s not my time, then no,

Don’t let me have it, no,

I used to think that if I made it, then I made it happen,

I used to think that if I got it, that it came from magic,

They call it alchemy or manifested energy,

Manufactured inwardly or manna packaged differently,

Ya’ man would practice wickedly, thinking I could hand Him all tha’ scraps, that He would give to me,

Everything my heart desired, til’ He started siftin’ me,

Wheat and tha’ chaff, then axed me, “Why you neva’ sit wit’ me or sip from me?”

Betta’ than some Lipton tea,

Go ahead and get a sip and see,

Tha’ bread is better than the leaven you get when you sit to eat,

Don’t wanna impose but, honestly you lookin’ sick to me,

You been grubbin’ on sum’ foolery, I promise victory,

Listen please, I’m here, and ‘fore you even start to lift n’ speak,

I’m givin’ you a gift, so recognize it ‘fore you give me grief, for real…

Everything is decent,

I don’t wanna pretend,

Man, everything is decent,

I don’t wanna prevent,

Don’t want it out a season,

But I don’t wanna lie, I really want it all,

But if it’s not my time, then no,

Don’t let me have it, no, (2x)

I might just break up wit’ you again,

Sat fo’ a couple o’ years, 1400 days,

And daps for all tha’ peers, I’m back feelin’ reclusive,

Peace ain’t commonplace, I pass on all tha’ music,

N’ honestly, tha’ feelin’ it’s not real anymore,

Anymore,

N’ all the’ bars, do not feel anymore,

I listen to podcasts and Jazz music,

Put me in tha’ section where da’ rest of tha’ dads do it,

Screamin’ like I lost my whole mind,

No cell phones allowed, I’m back being attentive,

Was trynna write rhymes, I’m back bein’ dismissive,

Yeah, my little babies, they rock wit’ it, but honestly, that’s cause they’on get it, fam…

Daddy Duties, call CPS,

Lady like, “Power dat’ down so we could reconnect…”

Feelin’ like, she been a side piece to Instagram,

Time been tha’ currency, I need you to reinvest,

Back then, ya’ lil’ rap career was a figment,

N’ back when, you didn’t rap fo’ cheers and tha’ pictures and back when,

Ya’ didn’t have to cap for tha’ interest and back when,

You was a nobody, you would chat wit’ me back then,

I ain’t have to back bend fa’ yo’ attention,

1-4-3’s you ain’t forget to mention,

Googly eyes were commonplace, nah, tha’ passion missing,

Tha’ math ain’t mathin’, and nah you not a mathematician, forreal,