Head Right Lyrics - Singles - Hypothetical

Chorus: 

I know one day Ima make it rich 

Pile to the ceiling that's my sentiment 

Working hard has never led to innocence 

You better get your head right. 

(x2) 

Verse: 

I watch reactions lost on common faces 

Solid state to stay in, hotter when I switch my cadence 

Born a father to the odder segments, a lot to take in 

They tie my laces just to get me racing, zoom 

I'm a forest fire on the nile, with a pair of jumpmen 

When I walk on water hold my style, ya'll scared to jump in? 

Pumping brakes is all that ya'll desire, burning skunk and branding 

Turning pay to manning, heard that Satan's asking 

So I'll save the track and just embrace the boom 

Check the locker, raise the roof and set the offer 

Waste the dude cause competition's gold to copper 

I got the rock-em-sock-em boppers, 

pop the tops on bottles every time I'm thought of 

The competitions left me proper 

I'll raise the product and arrange the change on dotted lines 

Sip the faded Gatorade to pass the time 

Save the weight until I peak the random finds, the classics mine 

I'm on the roster, take the shelving out to see the monster 

Chorus: 

I know one day Ima make it rich 

Pile to the ceiling that's my sentiment 

Working hard has never led to innocence 

You better get your head right. 

(x2) 

Verse 2: 

Love that taste of the raindrop on my tongue, everybody in the club looking so fly 

All up in the cut, wanna know why. Why I started this? Why I lost it? 

Good amount of drugs in that truck already, Everybody wants a piece of it 

In an even split, but I'm hungry. Who'd I change to become me? 

Who'd I chase and then race downstairs to defeat my fears in the dungeon 

Wonderin how I'd get to the top again, with a simple pen to do all my huntin 

Hit some homers while ya'll been buntin, take a minute to envision that 

To replace my past and to save some gas for the pace too fast in my orgy 

If I faced my past I'd be horny, save the best for last, that's the old me, 

Don't rest that dash till the car done crash in the back of the ass of the money. 

Then collect that cash and replace the stash with the note to relax on the 'gun seat 

All my tactics set with magic, so happy to be erratically lonely 

Guess I'll tell that to the bar keep, to keep you from riding 

Higher ground hiding, always distracting the pilot. 

Yes I am finer tune fining my writing. I'll have a shot with the giants 

The thought of judgment makes me want it so lets start by defining 

Chorus: 

I know one day Ima make it rich 

Pile to the ceiling that's my sentiment 

Working hard has never led to innocence 

You better get your head right. 

(x4)