It's blows my mind that I can hear myself like
the sound of my voice, know
Like when you start making music,
it's like my voice and then like no matter I never lose that excitement.
I guess just that's my boy
Couldn't even get a lift,
Couldn't even get a lift, now I'm ridin' out
I used to think I was a lit
Done felt the pain, done shared the tears
I'm spittin' hot for myself
Thinkin' of the man that I used to be
And I been workin' on myself,
I'm talkin' self -worth, not jewelry
Now they wanna call me selfish,
I been puttin' on like this,
yeah, that boy got a shine
That you can't miss, back in the day
Instead of stuck on a waitin' list,
That I drop, they gon' pay for it,
Two cents, I ain't takin' it,
I ain't tryna hit it, I got things to do,
Look, gotta play it cool, say they got it,
Meet me in the booth, out the jungle,
The realest hit I let be introduced
I try to tell em, I try to tell em, nah
they don't like the truth
sit and really rock with me
But I know up in my heart
No time to talk, I'm tryna eat
No time to waste till I rest in peace
You can talk how you want about me
On my mama, I must be the trouble