Lyrics Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Curtains - Punch, Lyric Michelle, Nick Grant

Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Curtains

I felt the best, yeah
Like a blade to the side
Never mind that man behind the curtain
He workin' his magic, the cards dealt wasn’t perfect
Shuffle the deck 'til the right ones surface
In the meantime, can’t shake feelings of being worthless
The birth of my son birthed a gargantuan urge
To get it by any means, even if it means a permanent purge
Uh, rid you of your soul or your belongings, whichever is preferred
Whatever must occur, I concur
Muster the courage to deter from the bigger picture, everything’s a blur
Time movin', situation ain’t improvin'
I’m losin' myself, but the movement is boomin'
Which is really confusin'
How we poppin' when I’m plottin' to rob niggas?
I’m runnin' out of options
Niggas in these offices gettin' sized up for coffins
In my thoughts
I pray my intuition never reach fruition, dear Lord, I am lost
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence of the West Coast
We a better version of Death Row
So said Snoop Dogg, let the record show
Niggas is sick, came through, hit a lick
Found a glitch in these politics, we conquered it
Street niggas love what we accomplishin'
Stuck to the G code, no empty promises
Top Dawg conglomerate
This thing evolves, we don’t do it for acknowledgement
We invest dollars here
So I’d advise you to think about the consequence
Do you just do reconnaissance?
You have no clue on what I do to your confidence
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence of the West Coast
We a better version of Death Row
So said Snoop Dogg, let the record show
I just think, I think, and this me sayin' it from bein' in Death Row
And bein' on the outside, lookin' at y’all
I think y’all a better version of Death Row Records
And that’s, that’s with no disrespect, that’s with all respect
(I felt the best, yeah)
Cause once you go… (Like a blade to the side)
Blood on the pavement, fallin', leaves it to dry
Uh, pay no attention to that man behind the curtain
Intelligence bears the burden and this I know for certain
When you workin' on bein' a bigger person
Versus givin' into the feelin' that made it worser
Unveil the truth more further
You’ll soon see the truth, precursor
Uh, lately I been on the hush 'cause I don’t trust niggas
As I watch the industry sell all this fluff to you
Fakin' it, wait 'til you make it to show love to you
Just one disagreement can rid you of a fuck nigga
Flow easy money, I’m just shakin' off the rust niggas
I used to look up to 'em 'til I saw these fools in action
If tension thick, I’m back to robbin' like I’m Paula Patton
Blastin', the one to call if niggas want a classic
Get back to me like the words of pillow-talkin' rappers
I wish a niggas would, boy, I’m carvin' caskets
In the kitchen like I’m off to whippin', Hari runs, ayy, Rods, what’s happenin'
Pinot noir glasses, Top Dawg mafia
Play possum when I pop at you niggas
Yeah, they left me for dead but I’m Michael in «Thriller»
My niggas move this shit without touchin' it like Matilda
Last situation, I had to fire the crew
Can’t put a nigga under the wing that’s flier than you (You)
I know you niggas hate this shit
But never mind that man behind the curtain
He helped usher in the resurgence of the West Coast