Mashed Potatoes

[Verse 1: Davincii]

They like Davincii what you doing

I'm just cooling

Plotting on my next move with my time

But striking with precision in every rhyme

I cannot lose

Too many clues

Telling me to keep pushing

Until they all looking in

And I'm the one that they want to book now

Rose up

Please tell me why they still looking down

Ignore the hate I grind

Until I make it I shine bright

My sight stays focus upon the lime light

Aye

Time right

Looking forward to a new day

No telling [?] wheels upon my fortune

They'll be laying on the floor

I'll eat before they ever put their forks in

No silver spork

Aye fool with them sporks

For runner of the gunner tongue

Have them thinking they're playing sports

Took flight

My life got out declining