SoulChef - The Séance lyrics

[Verse 1] Raised in Palm Beach A jungle of concrete Always keep a gat at arms reach Using my bomb speech Hoping that all of my songs teach All the non believers who false preach Once you clutch money they all leech There's a day where you and your pops breach Don't burn bridges where you do not speak Move with swiftness, follow at God Speed They tried to knock me off my axis But I mastered my craft, over 10,000 hours of practice Now I'm point like the needles on a cactus Fact is, I don't boast how I'm better than most I'm just trying to take over the game and all of its coasts Feel the warmth like the inside lining of coats But don't get burnt like fingers clutching a roach Come correct when you approach and salute when I'm ghost [Hook] It's a séance, that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure, yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with It's a séance, that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure, yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with [Verse 2] Deadlines never sweat it Decisions never regretted Codes of life forever embedded Straight to success is the only place that I've ever been headed Through your simple mind, get it Or fall back All of ya'll please get off my ball sack I promise I'd call back Stuck in the 90's, I guess that I'm All That And a bag of chips so now you know that I'm all Phat Like the Farm Russell ma** produced The hardships I went through weren't self induced Deadly poison I'm a brown recluse Don't be clueless of the situation Product of my environment and how I'm situated Please peep what I'm saying with no hesitation The premise I'm vacating, now do what I do like an imitation What I'm insinuating, let's get it popping like grease from bacon [Hook 2] It's a séance, that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure, yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with It's a séance, that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure, yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with It's a séance, that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure, yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with It's a séance, that's why the candles lit Hear the young vandal spit Pressure, yeah I handled it My mind's not to ever be tampered with