Locked In

(shhh) Yo. You

lot really thought?

Look, talk is cheap and yours is on clearance I’m in the

phantom, you’re stuck in appearance You’re moving mad,

claiming you’re the top dog But I’m the one clearing the mist

through the fog You talk about heat but you’re freezing cold Stories

you’re spinning are getting real old

Don't step in the lane,

the exit is blocked

I’m picking the locks

while you’re picking a stock It’s levels to this,

you’re stuck on the ground While I’m making moves without making a

sound (shhh)

They ask where I’ve been,

I tell 'em I’m busy Making these tracks while you’re getting dizzy

You’re chasing the clout,

I’m chasing the bag You’re just a footnote,

a temporary lag Don't mention the name,

don't mention the set You’re the best at being someone I forget (yeah)

Yeah.

Forget it.