The Mindstate of a genius,
Einstein with rhymes providing lines to be a realist,
Deciding to vibe over a line that keeps me decent,

I ain't trying to be the grittiest guy fam I'm just speaking
And that's real talk,
I'm a real sport.. not Hockey or @@#!y but fam I still talk,

Not Rocky or stocky but fam I'm still broad,
and they're not kicking it properly kinda like Wiltord


Let it... breathe,
Let it breathe,
Let it... breathe,

Let it x12
(that thing, that thing, that thing.. yeah)


I'm ain't gunning or running
For the position I'm coming,
I'm Piping hot where's the plumbing

and situations I'm stuck in,
I pray to God that he's coming,
But sometimes doubt tries to butt in,

Extinguish faith that I've planted,
And this is real talk...
Nothing less from the kid,

Or a boy in a man body that trying to better his,
Listen to George the poet understanding what he spits,
Relate to his schooling but never came to a bridge..

See the wordplay... Observe mate,
Kinda like I gave you a Hershey for your birthday,
Served you a bar,

Understand the art,
Andy Warhol with paintbrushes I'm working on my craft,
BA..

Flyer than an airway still,
Assigned to be declaring real,
Lyrics that repair and heal yeah,

I ain't looking around,
My names Barney Artist let me paint you a sound


Let it... breathe,
Let it breathe,
Let it... breathe,

Let it x12
(that thing, that thing, that thing.. yeah) x2


Ready or not.. here I come... you can't hide
I'm gonna find you and make you want me x2


Want me x3