Lyrics:
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
u I'm never gone stop
Soon as I'm on man yo album gone flop,
I go head and drop it u wait for the drop,
They wanna be hot when really they not,
I
foreign lands,
Talkin' bout {Ha!) Queens
I'm talking bout, Brooklyn
I'm talking bout, Uptown
I'm talking bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too
faster
February she told me she liked the music I mastered
I said thanks, bye
But she wasn't done talking
She said "Can we be friends sum bout strangers
stick by you
All the real ones, all the real ones gon' stick by you
All the real ones, they stuck with you, they gon' stick by you
All the fake ones, they
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
to conclusions
Sacrificed my happiness in hope of finding resolution
I was losing my head, hands together prayed for change
I ain’t talking 'bout bread, bitch I’m
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
The height by great men and women reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
But they while their companions slept
Were toiling upwards in
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
pockets
Chilling here in my humble office
2020 all my friends are talking like:
Music's not a thing I should stop with
I won't talk shit on myself
Anymore
a nigga stunning you You see me wilding and grinding Off this music shit I’m trying to get my bread up remember that I got to keep my head up head up It’s
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
were like nigga nope.
Didn't care though I was motivated in my
Head was me rapping at a show and it was
Sold out
Finna show everybody talking what I'm
I've got a window at the foot of my bed
Sometimes i pull the blinds open by the sill i rest by head
Cause I found the stars and constellations seem
Steady talking that slick trash
With they sick ass
Walk up on me
It’s all daps
Like they rooting for me
With all claps
But that’s all traps
Cuz they
Carti's my favorite rapper (What?)
Old-heads so confused by the fucking matter (Huh?)
Invalidate the music, dismiss it as mumble rappers (Yeah)
"A
packaged and captioned
Sell it to em for fractions
To give the music some traction
Need a muse or distraction
The most lethal attraction
I'm going off, I'm
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
outta this head?
My feelings numb
I was left wit crumbs when I broke the bread
But I’ll be fine by myself
Live and die by myself
I was in the dark
Don’t
If you unoriginal you getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talking truth to stupid
So unoriginal. You
chopping off heads like King Arthur
People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime
because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre
Wondering if I glowed big for myself
And I meant by the music Ian really need help
And my niggas that's here for me really wishing
Well bout me
It's
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
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