Sugar Fish

Only time I'm ever cappin's when the show sell out
Most of y'all could not imagine being a ghost to clout
Not respected or connected when the modems down
And quick to form to clowns when the hoes around, but me?

I'm pennywise, smart with all the money coming in
From the gutter, built it brick by fuckin' brick
I got calluses to prove it, I been heavy lifting
Revealing what was meant to happen, its already written

She let me hit it to my songs while she sing along
My exes all got someone new, but we still involved
Can't wait to text 'em all the news when I hit the charts
No response to "congratulations!", 'cause they missed the mark

Now it's meetings for releases up at sugar fish
Casted out the catalog, should peep the streams I'm pulling in
Don't compare me, I am what you coulda, shoulda, woulda did
Claiming you get slept on, but your catalog is full of shit

It's not a gift, had to get it on my own terms
I designed the blueprint, studied, did the homework
Built the foundation off belief and my own worth
Invested in myself and watched the money hit the growth spurt

On top of that, I'm no longer who she been avoiding
200 texts sent in a row on how her friend will join in
She roll with Wilhelmina models, I got several choices
One going down, the other one rubbing essential oils

On my neck, that's my vice,
The dread growing on me
This shit come with lessons, have you question life
Less advice from the people who been blocking doors
Thankful for what I got but respectfully wanting more

Kinda sore, battered by the wave I made, I wash ashore
To find out they been staking claim in lanes i paved, my heart is torn
Do I bypass it, knowing they'll get stuck in traffic
Or should I just catch 'em in it, clear the air of all the static

I don't know, damn it's hard to reason with with the mirror
A lot of my creation's what I'm seeing in my peers
I got hits after hits, I should hit 'em with the combos
Product that they mimic, I'll be giving to the compost

God knows, I credit myself and not a higher power
God knows, that she fucking with me
Hoping that I write a song about her, and he's probably right too
'Cause I'm just getting starting, ain't no telling what I might do

(Ain't no telling what I might do)
(Ain't no telling what I might do)
(Yeah, yeah)
(What I might do)