[Verse]
When I blow up, I'll have some time to myself
I'll be fine, never mind, grow up, stop lying to myself
I'm an open book, you can find me tied to the shelf
How many times have these rappers lied bout their wealth
[Skit]
It's like, I only find solace while thinking about the future
But a lot of the time I forget I have to go through this stage of reaching my own personal
Achievements, or a Nirvana, or whatever and
Just have to push through it and what not
Alright, let's push shit
[Verse 1]
Still having A hard timе gripping onto this reality
I'm still in the cut as if a couple guys arеn't flipping mad at me
Spit like a pyromaniac, can't revert this tragedy
I have a trife ass life, never settle for average salary
Hit with the realization that everyone is doubting me
The Chopper out the closet is the only time you're outing me
And Everybody's tripping til they get their laces tied
I'll Give you a piece of my mind, while I move your face aside
I don't play games like a group of sore losers
Don't ask me if I'd raise the bar 'cause I'd make it more looser
Working on my own time, only rush is the world around me
All about my craft, like witches, my sound is way too astounding
[Hook] x2
Uh
Young brown boy in the midst (woah)
Me against the world, got me Thinking i'm convinced
It's just toxicity and a blitz all up in the mix
All these artists plain as day, something like some Kix
[Verse 2]
Still wanna end myself
Still wanna raise some Hell
Still gotta go hard, gotta do what pays the bills
Make the world my bitch, put a leash around the core
Witness this feat, Jehovah's witness, tell'em house to door
Witness this feat like you got a foot fetish
And I'm in the cut hanging around all my Good Fellas
Maintain my ground, my stance strong cuz I Stood better
Smoking pussy rappers, kitty cat bong, wood better
I've been in deep shit before, bottom of a plunger cap
Run into a stripper house, tell me where the ones are at
Step father to the game, asking for their mummy back
Make you spin and drop, like some panties at the laundromat
[Hook] x2
Uh
Young brown boy in the midst (woah)
Me against the world, got me Thinking i'm convinced
It's just toxicity and a blitz all up in the mix
All these artists plain as day, something like some Kix
When I blow up, I'll have some time to myself
I'll be fine, never mind, grow up, stop lying to myself
I'm an open book, you can find me tied to the shelf
How many times have these rappers lied bout their wealth
[Skit]
It's like, I only find solace while thinking about the future
But a lot of the time I forget I have to go through this stage of reaching my own personal
Achievements, or a Nirvana, or whatever and
Just have to push through it and what not
Alright, let's push shit
[Verse 1]
Still having A hard timе gripping onto this reality
I'm still in the cut as if a couple guys arеn't flipping mad at me
Spit like a pyromaniac, can't revert this tragedy
I have a trife ass life, never settle for average salary
Hit with the realization that everyone is doubting me
The Chopper out the closet is the only time you're outing me
And Everybody's tripping til they get their laces tied
I'll Give you a piece of my mind, while I move your face aside
I don't play games like a group of sore losers
Don't ask me if I'd raise the bar 'cause I'd make it more looser
Working on my own time, only rush is the world around me
All about my craft, like witches, my sound is way too astounding
[Hook] x2
Uh
Young brown boy in the midst (woah)
Me against the world, got me Thinking i'm convinced
It's just toxicity and a blitz all up in the mix
All these artists plain as day, something like some Kix
[Verse 2]
Still wanna end myself
Still wanna raise some Hell
Still gotta go hard, gotta do what pays the bills
Make the world my bitch, put a leash around the core
Witness this feat, Jehovah's witness, tell'em house to door
Witness this feat like you got a foot fetish
And I'm in the cut hanging around all my Good Fellas
Maintain my ground, my stance strong cuz I Stood better
Smoking pussy rappers, kitty cat bong, wood better
I've been in deep shit before, bottom of a plunger cap
Run into a stripper house, tell me where the ones are at
Step father to the game, asking for their mummy back
Make you spin and drop, like some panties at the laundromat
[Hook] x2
Uh
Young brown boy in the midst (woah)
Me against the world, got me Thinking i'm convinced
It's just toxicity and a blitz all up in the mix
All these artists plain as day, something like some Kix
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