Days Before Paint
Unh
Woo
Woo
Look
My therapist told me to speak my mind, but where should I start?
They tell me that words don't harm, but what if I aim this straight at your heart?
Just stack your cash, young man, and don't you forget to play your part
And watch your back for the backstabbers that'll switch up and tear you apart
When your light shine bright, they'll do anything just to push you back in the dark
Just ball your fist, don't take no shit, murk shit even when they on guard
Better pray to God. Cause nowadays, death to me be looking like art
You got your paper, you got your PAINT
Now, how you gon' leave your mark?
In a lit room, where they all claiming they lit, I still have the brightest spark
Whether on stage or off stage, I can only be me cause it's not that hard
(Hol up, hol up)
I don't freelance, I build blueprints when I structure these bars
This past year taught me very well why I never be loving these broads
I should be focused more on getting money
Hitting top speeds in pretty fast cars
And living life as the most lucid, most coolest, most cutest artist I are
(Yeah, yeah)
Going in like a bachelor (Mhm)
I'm back and I'm better (Mhm)
Might have met your girl in the cut last night. When I rapped, she got wetter
Told her one time is fine with me cause I'm focused on cheddar
Man, I'm so done with working with these 9 to 5s and call centers
Gotta move the world like an Airbender
When I die, gotta be remembered
Got a circle full of real guys. You can't hang cause you not a member
Switching flows cause I'm that cold like the end of December
Just imagine when I'm catching a temper
You won't like me when I'm getting expressive
Sharp actions might get you a neckless
Listen close. Are you getting the message?
All that beef talk? Dead it
Code Red every session
I go hard like I'm Harden
Like LeBron at the Garden
Aw yeah. I'm a problem
Aw yeah. That boy popping
I be snapping. Never stopping
Coming live from a padded room
Going crazy until the PAINT dropping
Unh
Woo
Woo
Woo
SUPER
SUPER, SUPER, SUPER, SUPER, SUPER
Yeah
W-We're done, right?
Alright
Woo
Woo
Look
My therapist told me to speak my mind, but where should I start?
They tell me that words don't harm, but what if I aim this straight at your heart?
Just stack your cash, young man, and don't you forget to play your part
And watch your back for the backstabbers that'll switch up and tear you apart
When your light shine bright, they'll do anything just to push you back in the dark
Just ball your fist, don't take no shit, murk shit even when they on guard
Better pray to God. Cause nowadays, death to me be looking like art
You got your paper, you got your PAINT
Now, how you gon' leave your mark?
In a lit room, where they all claiming they lit, I still have the brightest spark
Whether on stage or off stage, I can only be me cause it's not that hard
(Hol up, hol up)
I don't freelance, I build blueprints when I structure these bars
This past year taught me very well why I never be loving these broads
I should be focused more on getting money
Hitting top speeds in pretty fast cars
And living life as the most lucid, most coolest, most cutest artist I are
(Yeah, yeah)
Going in like a bachelor (Mhm)
I'm back and I'm better (Mhm)
Might have met your girl in the cut last night. When I rapped, she got wetter
Told her one time is fine with me cause I'm focused on cheddar
Man, I'm so done with working with these 9 to 5s and call centers
Gotta move the world like an Airbender
When I die, gotta be remembered
Got a circle full of real guys. You can't hang cause you not a member
Switching flows cause I'm that cold like the end of December
Just imagine when I'm catching a temper
You won't like me when I'm getting expressive
Sharp actions might get you a neckless
Listen close. Are you getting the message?
All that beef talk? Dead it
Code Red every session
I go hard like I'm Harden
Like LeBron at the Garden
Aw yeah. I'm a problem
Aw yeah. That boy popping
I be snapping. Never stopping
Coming live from a padded room
Going crazy until the PAINT dropping
Unh
Woo
Woo
Woo
SUPER
SUPER, SUPER, SUPER, SUPER, SUPER
Yeah
W-We're done, right?
Alright
Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Desinord
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