Pre-Occupied

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]

Wu-Tang raised me, Death Cab changed me

You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game's crazy

My artistry is everything, that's my baby

But when it comes to publishing, it's fuck you, pay me

Don't be mad cause the records that you cut sound lazy

And everything I'm cooking, sounding nuts like rabies (uh)

I hate rappers, please don't call me

Give me urinal suggestions like please don't stall me

Don't play for me, I'll be yawning

How I'm doing pop melodies and you sound corny

Now everybody trying to hang around like awnings

Me and my people linking in the park like crawling

Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan

No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen—

Berg, check the chemistry, I found this hybrid

It's Dilla in the pocket but it's so Paul Simon

It took a little while for your mind to find it

But once you see the genius it's intimidating, isn't it?

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Bellion]

Isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it? Isn't it?

Took a little while for your mind to find it

But once you saw the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?

Isn't it? Isn't it?

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]

They told me that my attention span aligns

Somewhat with the child or a fly, yeah

They didn't understand that I saw signs

Hearing things, but now they realize

That the woman that I prayed for became my wife

And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life

I figured out there's money in my mind

I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied

[Post-Chorus: Jon Bellion]

You need to get that bag out my face

God made me a full-blown genius

What the fuck I need coke for?

You need to get that bag out my face

God made me a full-blown genius

What the fuck I need coke for?

[Verse 2: Blaque Keyz]

Outkast raised me, Lupe changed me

Now I do things with words to make you lames praise me

Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain maybe

Feeling flyer than a jet son, I'm oh so Spacely

Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy?

Got me dashing with an actress, lookin' oh so Stacey

I hate rappers and I really mean it

Tryna ball with the kid'll get you sunned like Phoenix

Rather ball you up, feather and tarred

Until you're harder than sparring with Mayweather

With leather Spaldings

This is my calling, so I answer it with bars, but not for service

It's for hurting any person verses me

I've been rhyming since nurseries

Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to me

While I'm roasting one of these pigs, my flow is rotisserie

It's a pity that all these hoes slipping out of their hosiery

Won't get a hold of me, I slip through their fingers like Rosaries

Been waiting for you to find it

So I leave it where it's supposed to be

Cause once you see the genius, it's intimidating isn't it?

[Pre-Chorus: Blaque Keyz]

Isn't it? Isn't it?

Took a little while for your mind to find it

But once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?

Isn't it? Isn't it?

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]

They told me that my attention span aligns

Somewhat with the child or a fly, yeah

They didn't understand that I saw signs

Hearing things, but now they realize

That the woman that I prayed for became my wife

And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life

I figured out there's money in my mind

I'm glad I lived my life pre-occupied

[Post-Chorus: Jon Bellion]

You need to get that bag out my face

God made me a full-blown genius

What the fuck I need coke for?

You need to get that bag out my face

God made me a full-blown genius

What the fuck I—

[Outro]

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