In the Paint - O.C., Majestic Gage, David Bars

Uh, yeah, we in the paint

Gage, Bars

Boxing niggas out

Uh, shooting them three points all day

The chef’s in the kitchen

The washer automatic to do dishes

No secrets here for some who’s suspicious

It’s live when y’all film it

With me and my comrades in the building

We’ve earnt that spot for top billing

Sky’s the limit, there’s no ceilings

When it’s call for a celebration

Let that pain pour from uncorked bottles

Got them mami’s frisky

On sapphire gin, shots are no joke

Got my insides hot

I’m locked in, this is way beyond beats and bars

This here’s ours and them stars

From the musical, showcased at the Gershwin theatre

Real life happens around us, prepare us all for the unknown

I read between sideways slick talk and sarcastic undertones

Like when the summer’s gone

And when the winter come

The cold steel spark a flame when I lift that *gun*

Show hit my line, told me it was go time

Putting my foot in these niggas ass as I show mine

Your bro fine, I got the glow slime

Flow wise I’m on my own time, fuck a nigga co-sign

If it wasn’t for this music

No telling where I would be today

Was birthed into this

So take a sample it’s in my DNA

Missed the call but right on time, despite a brief delay

That boy be going hard in the paint, plus he can sink the J

Whether it’s in front or behind the arc

Whenever I decide to spark

Press the button I’m 'bout to line 'em park

First guy to start then it’s lines of chalk

My lines are sharp, lion heart

Godly stroke with the pen designing art

He raised the bar to a higher mark

Genetic strand show you that this man

Is cut from a different design of cloth

Quiet but once the mic is on is when I decide to talk

Designed your loss, now take it nigga I’m signing off

It’s more than bars

Any time I tell you something it’s power

Chase the bag

Don’t get distracted by fucking with cowards

I never lose my train of thought

You know this game is ours

I put in overtime

I’m way beyond the forty hours

Diggin in the crate again

Watch these niggas hate again

Said it wasn’t time

I guess it was, you probably late again

Looking at my plate

I know you starving, we just ate again

Treat it like the lotto

'Cos my motto is I play to win

Your paper thin

If you ain’t talking paper you can save it then

All I needed was my foot in the door

So I could make it in

All these strangers acting like we friends

I guess I made it then

Here we go, here them niggas go

They being fake again

I just gave 'em shopping

I just went and bought some BAPE again

That sweater with the ape again

I’m 'bout to put out a tape again

Bronx niggas with large figures

It’s all niggas pulling all triggers

We calm hitters they can’t get us