Project 32
No fakes I can feel it in your ways
No trust all these hoes just waste
I paper chase till my people all straight
I'm on that need to succeed shit
Barely ever seen with my own eyes
Tired of the sofa
Feeling way bolder
In my own direction
Getting colder, lonely
Looking for a girl
That's down to be my homie
Kiss me, trust me
Visa versa
Get my life right
So tight this shits unheard of
Not always nice
But I always keep my word up
All my friends use to hate
Dropped em
Got my worth up
What even is my purpose
Sometimes I wonder
Down on my luck
Smoking weed like an upper
I seem calm
I can't ease though
People read me wrong
What they read for
Just leave me alone
Better peace hoe
I got my hustle bones
And my weed smoke
No fakes I can feel it in your ways
No trust all these hoes just waste
I paper chase till my people all straight
I be that jet
Zooming and booming above your head
I pay respect to all the vets
That put us on next
I do my studies, I observe
How they make the bread
I guess I don't need sleep
I'll get it when I'm dead
I have this fear of losing
But that's what keeps me moving
I be in my own head
Like what the fuck you doing
Why you sitting
Looking timid and still
When you could be chasing mil's
It's in my will to prevail
Through any trial and error
No pessimism in here
I shape my mental like prisms
And now I'm lifting this fear yeah
Another level up
And many more to go
I wake the devil up
And let him know
He can never snatch my soul
No trust all these hoes just waste
I paper chase till my people all straight
I'm on that need to succeed shit
Barely ever seen with my own eyes
Tired of the sofa
Feeling way bolder
In my own direction
Getting colder, lonely
Looking for a girl
That's down to be my homie
Kiss me, trust me
Visa versa
Get my life right
So tight this shits unheard of
Not always nice
But I always keep my word up
All my friends use to hate
Dropped em
Got my worth up
What even is my purpose
Sometimes I wonder
Down on my luck
Smoking weed like an upper
I seem calm
I can't ease though
People read me wrong
What they read for
Just leave me alone
Better peace hoe
I got my hustle bones
And my weed smoke
No fakes I can feel it in your ways
No trust all these hoes just waste
I paper chase till my people all straight
I be that jet
Zooming and booming above your head
I pay respect to all the vets
That put us on next
I do my studies, I observe
How they make the bread
I guess I don't need sleep
I'll get it when I'm dead
I have this fear of losing
But that's what keeps me moving
I be in my own head
Like what the fuck you doing
Why you sitting
Looking timid and still
When you could be chasing mil's
It's in my will to prevail
Through any trial and error
No pessimism in here
I shape my mental like prisms
And now I'm lifting this fear yeah
Another level up
And many more to go
I wake the devil up
And let him know
He can never snatch my soul
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Rodriguez, Ryan Cook, Bryce Alford
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