Fool On The Hill - Trackademicks, Phonte

Yeah, people always seem to question me, asking me irrationally

Did I chose my destiny?

Will money be my apogee?

End all, be all, nah that’s a seesaw

Even when you balling, you can always hit the bottom

Every single morning’s like a practice on how to get up

So I don’t get my ass kicked, I’m doing mostly sit-ups

Supporters bout to tag this like writers doing hit-ups

With that «it» factor, now they all tryna get us

Or get with us like a bad chick with a body

Always acting kinda naughty like she handing out punani

And she ain’t gagging like a lolly?

I must be popping if that’s how bad you want me

Cause just a minute ago I had original flows

And exceptionally slap with professional tact

To keep the fresh on the map, but they weren’t messing with that

But now they are, cause this emcee’s a lesson in that

They always ask you, dude how you feel?

You look like you just found a two dollar bill

Is that right?

Well who got the skrill'?

It couldn’t be me, I’m just a fool on the hill

And the world keeps spinning round

Nothing y’all say could ever get me down

And the world keeps spinning round

For those who didn’t feel me, bet you feel me now

Yeah, uh, yellow like caution, pause as your boy paint a portrait

Of the artist as a young man starving

Young man learning with so many turns and twists

In his flow that you might get carsick

Might be awarded for beefing

But you don’t wanna beef ho nigga, eat a parsnip

Might see niggas act bitch but then they wanna switch

And hitch they little red wagon to your starship

Please Mister Coleman, Phontigga beg your pardon

Don’t mean to gloat, but I would love to float

Up on your love boat to get away from my hardship

Now I see why niggas be on that rockstar shit

Because the game will make you paranoid

And all your friends and your foes say it come with the territory

They wanna watch you die slow like Miss Evans voice

So when I do my own thing, I know I’m better for it, uh

I told her I’mma need some space now

She told me look up at the night sky, you won’t find it face down

I can see she on the chase now

Don’t she know no one’s gonna take her place now?

She told me don’t forget the little people grinding

Open your eyelids, where I live my time spent with giants

Mind states supersized, mine is the small fry’s

Why underestimate the impact you had on mine?

I’m rolling with bosses who know what the cost is

Know what the work is, know how to bargain

Know how to work this

Know when to pause at the politics and nonsense that curse this

So when you catch me in traffic I’m passing

The gridlocking, shit-talking road rage for open lanes

And don’t try to slow me down

Cause when they hold me down, that’s when I float away