HW7 HEAVEN
Let me be real
I'm a psycho, not a psychic
But I still could've told you how shit would've panned out
Look
Hard to crack a smile when you see me winning
Hoping that it ends quick but it' only beginning
Who would've thought that I could kill it with rapping and singing
Hating on me with the homies but know that you with it
I guarantee that I'm in it for fame and the glory
I promise if you try to stop me this shit'll get gory
Living everyday to write a song to tell a story
Difference is you living life to post a Insta story
Feel like I never talk much and got a lot to show
Know when it's time to let it go when it's a lot to hold
Social media the place where dreams are getting sold
Posting pictures from a year ago is getting old
A couple thousand followers and now you think you popping
Get you a man who got a job so he can take you shopping
Finding what you want and the know your man is finna cop it
All you bitches fucking with us man you gotta stop it
Look for sanity i'm finding peace and letting go
Close friends turning backs and never let you know
Now you questioning just how the fuck they got so cold
But you on your own, thats just how it goes
It's always love when you trying to work towards a goal
But the fake love is shit that I cannot condone
They sticking with you till the moment you start doing you
Cause they hate when you decide it's time to take control
Nobody thought that I was nice enough to make a album
Goes to show that I could do it give a fuck about them
Guarantee that they ain't never thought about the outcome
Lesson learned you don't need them do better without them
Yeah
You catch the melodies
I'm the different breed
Im a flower in the dirt I'm from a different seed
Independent self driven go a different speed
Leave a note on my back for the competition
Just to keep them entertained, just something to read
I know its not a sprint but fuck it i just had to mention
Let them know that they behind and that i'm in the lead
A couple stoners hating on me never bothered me
I'm like a florist always digging out the fucking weeds
Bar is crazy, need a second, imma let it breathe
Did no one tell you not to ever bite hand that feeds
I'm a psycho, not a psychic
But I still could've told you how shit would've panned out
Look
Hard to crack a smile when you see me winning
Hoping that it ends quick but it' only beginning
Who would've thought that I could kill it with rapping and singing
Hating on me with the homies but know that you with it
I guarantee that I'm in it for fame and the glory
I promise if you try to stop me this shit'll get gory
Living everyday to write a song to tell a story
Difference is you living life to post a Insta story
Feel like I never talk much and got a lot to show
Know when it's time to let it go when it's a lot to hold
Social media the place where dreams are getting sold
Posting pictures from a year ago is getting old
A couple thousand followers and now you think you popping
Get you a man who got a job so he can take you shopping
Finding what you want and the know your man is finna cop it
All you bitches fucking with us man you gotta stop it
Look for sanity i'm finding peace and letting go
Close friends turning backs and never let you know
Now you questioning just how the fuck they got so cold
But you on your own, thats just how it goes
It's always love when you trying to work towards a goal
But the fake love is shit that I cannot condone
They sticking with you till the moment you start doing you
Cause they hate when you decide it's time to take control
Nobody thought that I was nice enough to make a album
Goes to show that I could do it give a fuck about them
Guarantee that they ain't never thought about the outcome
Lesson learned you don't need them do better without them
Yeah
You catch the melodies
I'm the different breed
Im a flower in the dirt I'm from a different seed
Independent self driven go a different speed
Leave a note on my back for the competition
Just to keep them entertained, just something to read
I know its not a sprint but fuck it i just had to mention
Let them know that they behind and that i'm in the lead
A couple stoners hating on me never bothered me
I'm like a florist always digging out the fucking weeds
Bar is crazy, need a second, imma let it breathe
Did no one tell you not to ever bite hand that feeds
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Writer(s): Arya Hemati
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