Gray
Please look inside
Tell me what you gonna find
Woah
A broken heart
Inside of my chest
That's what you gonna find
Woah
You wasting my time
Talking to me
Cuz I'm stuck in my mind
Woah
I'll keep on grinding
I'm just wanting for the right time
Right time to pop off right time to blowup
Right time to show off right time to show up
Your sitting front row of the IMAX
Clear view of the come up
I had a lot of thumbs down
Not many thumbs up
I Scrapped like 30 verses you know i ain't gonna settle
Pushing that peddle please somebody
Give me a medal
I'm tired of hearing bout your ex and selling your soul to the devil
I'm tired of hearing bout you ex and selling your soul to the devil
Skirting on ice but you know I Tread
All y'all the same y'all lyrically dead
We glorify sin
No wonder we all getting shot by the feds
We glorify addiction
No wonder we on the floor high on the meds
Ok let me get off that
That don't sell records
There was no stu so I made one
I was hungry there was no cheese so I made some
Talking with my team and I told them I'ma Pay em
Most of y'all fake that reserved for the day ones
Feeling greedy because I chase dough on the low
Switch the flow
One day I'll sell out shows
I ain't cocky I just know where I can go
Yeah
I ain't cocky I just know where I can go
Yeah
Tell me what you gonna find
Woah
A broken heart
Inside of my chest
That's what you gonna find
Woah
You wasting my time
Talking to me
Cuz I'm stuck in my mind
Woah
I'll keep on grinding
I'm just wanting for the right time
Right time to pop off right time to blowup
Right time to show off right time to show up
Your sitting front row of the IMAX
Clear view of the come up
I had a lot of thumbs down
Not many thumbs up
I Scrapped like 30 verses you know i ain't gonna settle
Pushing that peddle please somebody
Give me a medal
I'm tired of hearing bout your ex and selling your soul to the devil
I'm tired of hearing bout you ex and selling your soul to the devil
Skirting on ice but you know I Tread
All y'all the same y'all lyrically dead
We glorify sin
No wonder we all getting shot by the feds
We glorify addiction
No wonder we on the floor high on the meds
Ok let me get off that
That don't sell records
There was no stu so I made one
I was hungry there was no cheese so I made some
Talking with my team and I told them I'ma Pay em
Most of y'all fake that reserved for the day ones
Feeling greedy because I chase dough on the low
Switch the flow
One day I'll sell out shows
I ain't cocky I just know where I can go
Yeah
I ain't cocky I just know where I can go
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Mccleney
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