Bop

[Verse 1]

First name, Homes, I be in the zone

I'm a prophet, not for profit, I am never on my own

I'm a papi, not a copy, ain't gon' never be a clone

Every morning, kinda, sorta, pull a sword from outta stone

Last name, Sand, find me in the jam

Goin' blind and doin' fine at tryna find out who I am

Any region, any season, overseas or over land

Intuition over reason as a means to understand

Home base, earth, I'ma make it work

I'm a star that's on a trek, a bit of Spock, a bit of Kirk

Out the pocket, out the wallet, out the sock, or out the purse

A monopoly of monotony, it will not be what I'm worth

Lifestyle, God, shе's not a mirage

And I may not be a Muslim, but I'm goin' on a hajj

Even though I'm not a Christian any timе I'm feeling cross

Any second, I could check in with the boss

The most high blessed me with particular truth

I get extracurricular loose

Powered by first-rate curcumin, blood-curdlin' loops

Can't be certain every sermon meet the burden of proof

Latest turn on my internal pursuit

Not the one that's turnin' turtles to soup

I also doubt the germ and doubt the journalist that's sellin' the scoop

Nonetheless, I'm tryna settle disputes, poof

Passin' on the virtual park jam

Just because I'm not a mark, it makes me a marked man

Just because I don't believe in marketin'

I always gotta break off conversations, tryna shake some unmarked van

Careful when you're crossin' the street

Watch for messengers, leave a message after the beep

Somethin' off in North America, take it from the character

You're bound to come across in your sleep

[Bridge]

Tryna make sense out of life gets crazy

Tryna make sense out of life gets crazy

Tryna make sense out of life gets crazy

Tryna make sense out of life gets crazy

[Verse 2]

My brother Rich got beats like a son of a blip

Razor sharp, there ain't no bluntin' the Bic

You never catch the blunt to my lips

Lately when I'm takin' a risk

Feel like blowin' out the candles while I'm makin' a wish

All of the wicks, it's all in the wrist

Glory be for the restraint on which I'm callin' 'stead of ballin' a fist

Not intent on even knowin' why you throwin' a fit

While I exit, I'ma blow you a kiss, huh

Attaboy, fam, every leap of faith a new distance

I'm Boy Sand, everybody know I move different

A little bit more scientific

Big fish in a big pond, big dog, Clifford

Perhaps a little narcissist

No proceedin' with the cautiousness

I up the consciousness, yes

Wisdom that I'm seekin' only way to even sweeten the pot

You could tell the way I walk with a bop