Pragmatic practice I'm tipping that loot from the palace I shoot out the roof see no challenge I walk thru the land like im Alice No wonder i'm losing my balance Spend it ain't had no allowance I clock in so late for them hours I scoop and i dip from that challis The way i been working can't even smell my flowers The land of the loss a devour the plan You ain't in position to make no demands Changing my mind but it really depends You losing friends from that? Ain't clapping no hands for rap? cuz these niggas no fans Don't stop gunning that money start coming in Daught that play i start thumbing a 100 bands I been minding my business no other chance Wasn't looking to niggas for helping hands No helping hands Rather put em together start praying then proficize What you want better make a plan No excuses i really dont give a damn Take a slice of this cake cuz im going ham I'm living life on the edge I be smooth tucked away stackin my bread I can't ignore the voice stuck in my head Stay on your grind that's all that he said Yeah you know we prepared But don't get confused we never scared Just looked at my vice in the mirror Thought that the ending was near, but im still shining like chandeliers