Woah
I'm in this dimension
This bitch goin' fast
All I see is me, when I look at the glass
I barely ever was hookin' from class
'Cept when me and Regy was smokin' that gas
Or when I and Scotty would go to record
It's been on my mind since I was a little boy
Felt like I found something I was looking for
My daddy was struggling
Lil Luckee was ball
Sometimes I don't know what they fuck with me for
The color of my skin or
The content of my character
Love 'em a cracker
That come from America
You tell 'em you hate it
And they ain't gon' care for you
Shoutout to Saba
I like to be sober
I stare at the top of the night till it's over
If it was a problem that I could control
Then I had probably got to the bottom for sure
This bread ain't a problem
And that's 'cause I got 20 bands in my pocket
And I'm eating noodles
Ain't good for my health
But I do it to death
Something serious happen
I probably could sue 'em
I'd never do that because
That'd feel bad on my conscious
And tellin' is against the rules
But I know they gon' stare at me, why?
'Cause I got 20 bands in my pocket
And I'm eating noodles
Man fuck is you talkin' 'bout(fuck is you talkin' 'bout)
If they can't understand me
I got plans to make 'em get it
When I get a hundred bands
I'll bet my momma think I did it
I got problems
I got pockets
I got prophecies I'm filling
All that ain't gon' satisfy me
'Cause' I'm tryna make a million
So if they can't understand me
I got plans to make 'em get it
When I get a hundred bands
I know my momma think I did it
I got problems
And some pockets
And some prophecies I'm filling
I ain't 'bout to close my eyes
Till I got bread for my grandchildren
Fuck is you talking 'bout
Woah woah
Foot on the brakes
Whatever it takes
I never accepted a plate
That was better than what you gave me
Had a roof over my head
Where I learned all the fuck you pay me shit
Scars on my knees and knuckles
Mufucka's will solve the baby shit
Boy I get offended
When somebody try to play me
Shit my ears bled
You couldn't afford to pay for the damages
I spare head this shit
You could imagine
It be hard to keep a clear head with this shit
How I manage to not get found dead in this shit
I feel accomplished
With the sweat drenching my armpits
Nobody movin' inches
While I still maintain the calm grip
On the whole shit
Mufuckas be so tender
Some of ya'll only be around for the fuckery
Like we on Tinder
I just looked at a crib out in Bel-air California
Shoutout to Zone 13, and Zone six
I might got get a white lady
To come and clean the whole shit
And I'm a pay her right
'Cause if I don't I'll be a whole bitch
And I ain't seein' none of that
Unless I'm staying focused
'Less I'm staying focused
I ain't seeing none of that
Unless I'm staying focused
'Less I'm staying focused
I ain't seeing none of that
'Less I'm staying focused