[Verse]
Yeah, I'm not rapping for your feelings
Turn my issues into ceilings
I'm not slowin'
Pedal grippin' in the fast lane when I'm speedin'
When I'm smokin' it's like breathin'
I make money while I'm sleepin'
I could fall off, comeback, what's the reason, no
Yeah, I'm still here like my head's on
And they recon on every bitch ass
Leavin' YouTube comments I press on from your mom's house
You talk a lot
Not systematic, I talk a lot
I don't rap fast, just backpack
I was growing up on that underground
I just turned two-five what's good?
I was in a bad place last year
I was hitting walls like they goals
I was hitting what’s in that mirror
I was praying for this, came through
Hit my lows and I hit breakthroughs
Yeah, I do things that they wish they'd do
Took that leap dropping mixtapes and now my checks makin' big boy moves
Yeah, I was here since day one if you wanna say some'
Come get the smoke, embrace it, lil' bitch
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Chasin', adjacent to my dreams
On iPhones I write shit that I feel
Don't hype me, not special, just grind hard
Want something, get that
Heard you a bitch boy, I meant that
Yeah
Bitch boy, I mean that
Mmm