Back to it As if I basically had to Just took bad mood and basically snapped it in half dude I’ll make it snap too Something a cypher could rap to See them wishin they knew the bit turn the pit to a spittoon Candle lit in a dark room Handle it when it’s hard to Then find the one line one you could high light and read through Like woah I like it now Never forgot about They always like it how I light it up and strike it down They wanna a launch pad I ain’t boutta keep em down Never could be too proud For makin plays and playin round Woah ohhhhhh woahhhhh Don’t wanna complex but they want the flex put you to the test Woah ohhhhh Gotta launch pad not a head rest Nothin gonna get made up Set for you on your way up Goin off when you wake up Goin live better stay up Nothin gonna get made up Set for you on your way up Side steppin, and sideways Nothin wrong with a shake up Tool belt Heavier with every mood felt Never tripping or weighed down my equipment it learned well Any opportunistic obstacle cellular cocktail Won’t impossibly start a problem Too ominous too real Every canvas an ordeal Every practice a new feel Every road got a road block when you rolling with new wheels Though the weather reports showing bluest skies and green fields There’s an infinite wind blowing through windows and windshields Like woah I get it now Never forget about No need to edit out Everything that’s written down It’s a launch pad No one said it’s solid ground Don’t let it get you down Play around Woah ohhhhhh woahhhhh Don’t wanna complex but they want the flex put you to the test Woah ohhhhh Gotta launch pad not a head rest Nothin gonna get made up Set for you on your way up Goin off when you wake up Goin off better stay up Nothin gonna get made up Set for you on your way up Side steppin, and sideways Nothin wrong with a shake up