Yeah
I been in that mode
Some smooth shit to drive around to, you feel me
It’s me (C’mon!)
Used to skip classes, now we clink glasses
90’s baby, my first crush was Trish Stratus
Hat backwards, like Ken Griffey
Christmas with my cousins in New Jersey, playing SSX Tricky
Mom had a Plymouth, Dad had a Saturn
I leave worth on all of my verses, you see the pattern
Gettin’ mad burned from wrestling with my fears
Saw this all comin’ back when Mom shopped at Sears (I saw it)
Lapped a lot of peers, yeah I’m showboatin’ (I am)
It’s been a fight though, let me talk to you like Joe Rogan (Yeah)
This Diesel belt is holdin’ up these Jacquemus shorts
[?] ‘kay see you in five, but I’m not Lu Dort
Take the boat from Grand Tremezzo to Belaggio
And order the caprese and carpaccio
I been fighting demons like I’m Tanjiro
Learnin’ how to co-exist
You know you got a hit when baddies make a post to it (True)
But you barely drop a song every half a year
Don’t you know you get out what you put in just like Vladimir
My path is clear, I mean at times it gets foggy (Facts)
I just have faith and let God be the X-Factor
The best rapper is subjective but I know it’s me
Music notes inside the beads of my rosary (That’s my religion)
This beat spoke to me and I ain’t tend to speak back
Made a promise to myself and I ain’t tend to keep that
Used to skip classes, now we clink glasses
90’s baby, my first crush was Trish Stratus
Hat backwards, like Ken Griffey
Christmas with my cousins in New Jersey, playing SSX Tricky
Now I’m at Barclays
Cardiac surgeon, I guess following the heart pays
Had to part ways with people who weren’t good for me
I lost myself I had to look for me
Wrestle with my edge like Booker T
My brother cooks for me, employed him as my chef and my trainer
The gym’s his office, tryin’ to get him some paper, yeah
I think the Laker’s got a game, I gotta play at The Forum
I get a house for performin’, the promoter’s Harry Norman
I feel like James Corden, I got stars in my car
This is a Rolls Royce, don’t park it too far
I wanna keep my eyes on it, while I’m eating burrata
Girl don’t use too much teeth, who are you, Baraka?
Bukayo Saka, yeah I had to get my wings right
Faith is a weapon in my arsenal, I’m in flight
Skin tight leggings, ooh that booty’s round
I be talkin’ game ’til I’m old, Hubie Brown
Tryna shoot me down, ’cause I aim high and you can’t?
Millionaire off of music and lyrics, I feel like Hugh Grant
Used to skip classes, now we clink glasses
90’s baby, my first crush was Trish Stratus
Hat backwards, like Ken Griffey
Christmas with my cousins in New Jersey, playing SSX Tricky
Used to skip classes, now we clink glasses
90’s baby, my first crush was Trish Stratus
Hat backwards, like Ken Griffey
Christmas with my cousins in New Jersey, playing SSX Tricky
