Outro
Maybe they were wrong about me
And I was right the whole time
Underrated newcomer
Sittin' on a goldmine
Never took a shortcut
I been on that slow grind
Add up all the baby steps
I'll be there in no time
Folks line up and down the block to see the spectacle
You don't got to like, at least admit this shit respectable
Never had dollars, we were fighting over decimals
Decimated all the doubt, now I'm feelin' resolute
Now I'm feelin' purposeful
Workin' 'til momma's purse is full
Been rock bottom, only way to go is vertical
I was off balance, yeah
I was catching vertigo
Now they breakin' vertebrae
Every time I circle through
I prefer to do everything how I imagined it
They just offer handouts so they can put their hands in it
Break it into sand, it lit
And play me like a mandolin
Wait until I'm down 'til they offer me companionship
Sayin they gon' ride for me when shit hits the fan again
They ain't really crazy
They is manic as a mannequin
Can it man, I cannot stand hearing anymore of this
I guess the moral is
Just maybe
Just maybe they were wrong
I'ma go until I get it
I'ma chase it 'til it's gone
Head in the clouds, and my feet on the ground
Screamin' down at 'em like look at me now
Just maybe
Just maybe they were wrong
Just maybe
Just maybe they were wrong
Don't be fooled by the frown on my face
I'm just playin' along (I'm just playin' along)
Just maybe
Just maybe
Just maybe
And I was right the whole time
Underrated newcomer
Sittin' on a goldmine
Never took a shortcut
I been on that slow grind
Add up all the baby steps
I'll be there in no time
Folks line up and down the block to see the spectacle
You don't got to like, at least admit this shit respectable
Never had dollars, we were fighting over decimals
Decimated all the doubt, now I'm feelin' resolute
Now I'm feelin' purposeful
Workin' 'til momma's purse is full
Been rock bottom, only way to go is vertical
I was off balance, yeah
I was catching vertigo
Now they breakin' vertebrae
Every time I circle through
I prefer to do everything how I imagined it
They just offer handouts so they can put their hands in it
Break it into sand, it lit
And play me like a mandolin
Wait until I'm down 'til they offer me companionship
Sayin they gon' ride for me when shit hits the fan again
They ain't really crazy
They is manic as a mannequin
Can it man, I cannot stand hearing anymore of this
I guess the moral is
Just maybe
Just maybe they were wrong
I'ma go until I get it
I'ma chase it 'til it's gone
Head in the clouds, and my feet on the ground
Screamin' down at 'em like look at me now
Just maybe
Just maybe they were wrong
Just maybe
Just maybe they were wrong
Don't be fooled by the frown on my face
I'm just playin' along (I'm just playin' along)
Just maybe
Just maybe
Just maybe
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas John Piantedosi, Ryan Bandito Caraveo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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