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mattick! – philosophy from smino lyrics

[hook]
working, working, writing, writing that’s the life for me
if you don’t like it that’s your right, yeah that’s alright with me
cause if she ratchet and she righteous think she right for me
i love my momma, love my homies, love my vices
i’m a scorpio but i live like i’m a pisces
this feeling right here is so priceless
i wrote a thousand songs, ain’t none of them feel like this

[verse 1]
all my homies got they whips for free, but really that don’t mean sh-t to me
upward mobility, i’m tryna go upscale off the triple beam
my brother 15, nothin’ but a boy, unemployed, makin’ money off of the pack sales
my cousin got the scholarship to ball in the pac-12, my heart dropped when i saw what the snap read
just did c-ke for the first time, pray he don’t go out like johnathan manziel
i’m all by my d-mn self, lonely’s the only company
gotta keep my pockets on max swell, heard that money don’t buy happiness
you ain’t happen to see my countenance when i’m countin’ it, my bank account is thick
on account of it i’ma need an accountant quick, in my county, yeah we ain’t counterfeit
one man can change the world, but i got one question
how much money can one man make in one year?
one moke had me nauseous, all i need is one mic and one beer
tryna hit my lucky seven, find my slot in this machine
slide up in between, i love no thotties with every bone in my body
i got a thing for goddesses and queens, gucci, louie, prada
you got that product, i’m a fiend
got a love jones for brilliant minds, beautiful brown eyes
chocolate cake, perfectly sculpted round thighs, all i think about in my downtime
it hurts to say it, but we done put hands on each other
a spitting image of me but we can’t even handle each other
me and my father don’t get along, all we do is argue all day long
the rift grows farther and farther along, wants be to be a man
but all i manage to do is bother with these songs, i guess four walls don’t make it a home
it’s a feeling, a state of being, not just a place that you own
hope i share it with somebody special if i ever get a place of my own
i’m liberated by vanity, and i’m a slave to my phone
caked up celebrity obsession, incessantly refreshing, look at the chains that we’ve grown
but i couldn’t change, this the only way that i know

[hook]

[verse 2
premium, premature, early, whatever it be
i wasn’t ready for the world, or the world wasn’t ready for me
matthew joseph stranzl, dj quik listener
quiksilver with the ripped zippers, got a backpack fulla handles
rat-a-tat-tat-tat, oh, man, my raps too sick to handle
dan patrick with the handling, since danimals
i been a nacturnal animal, natural born vandal
wild style and beat street h-a-d m-e doin’ graffiti for a week
i know you seen me trg, i’m sorry
let my guard down, polluted your garden with my garbage
know the real artists was appalled when they saw mine
on behalf of my reputation, i grant you these reparations like apartheid
partna, i got game from the ogs in the game who came before me
street sages gave me sage advice
hip-hop saved my life, changed my life, made my life
hip-hop saved my life, changed my life, i’ll say it twice
black thought illuminated my shady nights
momma told me turn down that mos def or most definitely i’ma go deaf
stay up late to create even though my health is more important
lately all my self portraits so vincent van gogh-esque
grotesque, grow up and my hearing shot
so if you talkin ’bout me i probably ain’t even hearing shots
helen keller to the hoe sh-t, stevie wonder to the bullsh-t
i’m right chea, jammin’ to that jamiroquai

- mattick lyrics

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