I´m iller than the illness that these people wish me
Drake be joshin´ around, but life wasn´t Nickelodeon or Disney, is you kiddin´ me? My resume is thicker than Nicki, I´m busy-busy I remember doing halftime at Jackson, Mississippi Wasn´t drivin´ Cadillac then, but shit still found a way to escalate quickly Wanted people to miss me, changed shit after Nipsey Took the fun away, now the fun´s done Roses right now though, tell ´em to run some You don´t have to see the score to know that I won some True colors always come out like the Sun does ´Specially when you assumin´ the role of that nigga I keep my circle small so the blunt gets back quicker I just woke up and tripped on a glass slipper
I guess Cinderella must´ve called up her own Uber I´ve always been able to see the depths of my own future Psychic readin´s, corporate meetin´s, power lunches Private fundin´, hundred push-ups, hundred crunches Final touches, lemon squeezes, island breezes Press releases, movin´ speeches, multi-taskin´ Torches passin´, strong attractions, forceful actions What´s really crackin´? I guess I´m maintainin´, thanks for askin´, yeah And I don´t even need to ask how you doin´ without me Your captions are more about me than you were about me Your friends come around, I don´t know what they doin´ around me
They still come around, yeah
Uh, it´s worth more when you earn it, guilty the verdict Burnin´ large bills in the furnace, trash bags and detergent I touched a little bit of this paper, I´m still yearnin´ Drove the work three hundred times at least, I´m still nervous Here to speak for the hopefuls, keepin´ it soulful Phone face down at the bar, havin´ drinks at Kimodo Hope these meetin´s on roof tops never turn into jail visits It only put a smile on my face when the scale tippin´
Despite the well wishes from y´all, I held distance They prayin´ my success stories turn into failed missions They tyin´ me to greats, every other week, I´m buyin´ me a safe I learned its more satisfyin´ when you wait Had to hide so many stacks in my crib, I got it booby trapped My closest look like a Off-White versus Louis match All that jealousy obvious, I got hipped to it Even your compliments startin´ to sound like bitterness All the pressure I´m livin´ with Every line delivered with hunger, my flow a sure thing like a death certificate Soldiers is dead, spilled blood over this bread
Had my family thinkin´ I´m in over my head Baggin´ up breathin´ chemicals, when a ki´ was the pinnacle Now at my high schools giving speeches, speakin´ political Got here bein´ original Every day its like the new me, the business man, versus me as the criminal I´m the quiet one in the room, keepin´ it minimal ´Til the house big enough I can park the V in the livin´ room