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

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