Wright Brothers
I feel like
Hold up, I feel like, yah
I feel like I'll be fuckin' killin' shit
And I know what I'm dealin' with the, yah
I feel like old Drizzy Drake and like 2008
Back when middle school lunches servin' up Salisbury state
We need to actin' up, my momma had me grounded for days
But we was youngness who was bound to be great, yah
Who knew the NX would let me in the position im in
I'm not pendantic, I got em' pannicin' n' pissin' again
I'm actin manic
Tell me who likes me up on this planet
You actin' like no one like me
You likely don't understand that
I'm the illest' realist trillest' real is
I know what the deal is killis'
Kid you look vanilla
But I'm yellin just like uncle Phil is
Who'd a thought the boy could sip it
Spittin' like a fuckin' villain
Til' im out yo fuckin' feelin'
We just won a couple million
Right brain, left brain
Said, "Fuck it I'm ambidextrous"
Bitches be sittin' next to ya
Creepin' on all your messages
Evidently I'm paranoid
Also I'm superstitious
Trippin' washin' some dishes
Make wishy washy decisions
Like Steph Curry is blurry
With criss crosses and swishes
I'm Rick Ross wit' division
That's big bossy division
Word that Chance the Rapper that's that shy town shit
Been Wesson is gettin' crackin' on that my town shit
Code name kid's names dough on that hide out shit
We on that roll up, vibin' ride out shit
And I ain't ever had a regret
Especially on the weekend's
Couple blunts of weed
Have a couple bodies tweekin'
Me while tweeting this happens like every weekend
Blow a couple G's at the cheese like it's an achievement
I trap B's when I'm leavin'
And trap B's wit' a cheese
And I'm trappin' in Japanese (yeah)
Like I'mblack Jesus in yeezy's
I know a two face bitch she was born in October
Never met her not sober, I ain't tryna' be closer
Sent her back to her man like im playin' red rover
She got a blue face 'cause that heart gettin' colder
So, you can put the blame on me, no Akon
So she grillin' me like what you put a steak on
Haters wanna ride the wave so I left the wake on
You could put the fake on, but real you can't take on
Now I found my flow I put my best foot forward
So every time that I'm steppin' I got em' head over heels
Til' im restin' in green medows got devils to kill
I've been settin' foundations for the levels we build
But they don't wanna acknowledge it
Until you gone polish it
I took 'em all to school, but I ain't givin out scholarships
Not with the fake hand shakes and politics
Ocean's are lemon 'cause see my team need a lot of chips
But duh, girl, swear that I told ya
Now you wanna fuck wit' me but it's over
I smoke yoda, Skywalker and togas
Money like Adrien I make it do yoga
Fuck bitches, find a queen so you can stack riches
Last thing I'm doin' is wack rappin' and bad business
Way too gifted to give in to all the gimmicks
I've been jugglin' some shit so the verse took me a minute
But I showed up to show out
Came up to blow out
Shit that I'm picturin' will leave your fuckin' nog throwed out
A quarter back and business to my mind it's more than rappin'
I see the future, I'm lookin back and it really happened
I mix my Sunday with my Saturday flows
Like gettin' brain on the way to church is as good as it goes
But I'm workin' like a Monday fuck that someday shit
Wright brothers bout' to get it off the runway shit
I stay fly bitch
Hold up, I feel like, yah
I feel like I'll be fuckin' killin' shit
And I know what I'm dealin' with the, yah
I feel like old Drizzy Drake and like 2008
Back when middle school lunches servin' up Salisbury state
We need to actin' up, my momma had me grounded for days
But we was youngness who was bound to be great, yah
Who knew the NX would let me in the position im in
I'm not pendantic, I got em' pannicin' n' pissin' again
I'm actin manic
Tell me who likes me up on this planet
You actin' like no one like me
You likely don't understand that
I'm the illest' realist trillest' real is
I know what the deal is killis'
Kid you look vanilla
But I'm yellin just like uncle Phil is
Who'd a thought the boy could sip it
Spittin' like a fuckin' villain
Til' im out yo fuckin' feelin'
We just won a couple million
Right brain, left brain
Said, "Fuck it I'm ambidextrous"
Bitches be sittin' next to ya
Creepin' on all your messages
Evidently I'm paranoid
Also I'm superstitious
Trippin' washin' some dishes
Make wishy washy decisions
Like Steph Curry is blurry
With criss crosses and swishes
I'm Rick Ross wit' division
That's big bossy division
Word that Chance the Rapper that's that shy town shit
Been Wesson is gettin' crackin' on that my town shit
Code name kid's names dough on that hide out shit
We on that roll up, vibin' ride out shit
And I ain't ever had a regret
Especially on the weekend's
Couple blunts of weed
Have a couple bodies tweekin'
Me while tweeting this happens like every weekend
Blow a couple G's at the cheese like it's an achievement
I trap B's when I'm leavin'
And trap B's wit' a cheese
And I'm trappin' in Japanese (yeah)
Like I'mblack Jesus in yeezy's
I know a two face bitch she was born in October
Never met her not sober, I ain't tryna' be closer
Sent her back to her man like im playin' red rover
She got a blue face 'cause that heart gettin' colder
So, you can put the blame on me, no Akon
So she grillin' me like what you put a steak on
Haters wanna ride the wave so I left the wake on
You could put the fake on, but real you can't take on
Now I found my flow I put my best foot forward
So every time that I'm steppin' I got em' head over heels
Til' im restin' in green medows got devils to kill
I've been settin' foundations for the levels we build
But they don't wanna acknowledge it
Until you gone polish it
I took 'em all to school, but I ain't givin out scholarships
Not with the fake hand shakes and politics
Ocean's are lemon 'cause see my team need a lot of chips
But duh, girl, swear that I told ya
Now you wanna fuck wit' me but it's over
I smoke yoda, Skywalker and togas
Money like Adrien I make it do yoga
Fuck bitches, find a queen so you can stack riches
Last thing I'm doin' is wack rappin' and bad business
Way too gifted to give in to all the gimmicks
I've been jugglin' some shit so the verse took me a minute
But I showed up to show out
Came up to blow out
Shit that I'm picturin' will leave your fuckin' nog throwed out
A quarter back and business to my mind it's more than rappin'
I see the future, I'm lookin back and it really happened
I mix my Sunday with my Saturday flows
Like gettin' brain on the way to church is as good as it goes
But I'm workin' like a Monday fuck that someday shit
Wright brothers bout' to get it off the runway shit
I stay fly bitch
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Writer(s): Dacota Fresilli, Cody Lucero, David Hunt, Samuele Davis
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