Dark Place

Stepped in a dark place, lady dressed in a dark lace
Said she's got a record of me deceiving all my fan base
I feel my body resenting, etching in my own assessment
Of all I'm sending, through lyrics, verses and wordplay
It's your fault you tripping, got yourself in a law case
Block your own vision judging yourself in all ways
That's your condition thinking that you ain't called for this
Or you ain't called for that, like where the forfeit at?
I ain't seen a profit back
I ain't seen a nigga to come tell me you the fucking man
Fuck it, you the fucking king
Lyrics on a hundred, they can't stop it 'cause you running things
Lyrics on a hundred, they can't stop it 'cause you running things

Shit, red Louis Vuitton's, a bottle of scotch and some Cartier
Living never tethered, every day looks like a Saturday
Three hoes for the weekend, I witness, none of they asses fake
Looking like Medusa, the venom drip out my ace of spades, ooh
Holding women hostage like Sallie Mae
Eat a salad off me, she freaky but watch her body weight
She's the kind of baddie that's quiet but do what daddy say
Heating every punchline, I'm walking out looking oven-baked nigga (oven-baked nigga)
That's some shit that I just wanna say
Wish my life was struggle free like the pictures that I paint
All I do is honestly criticize the words I make
Wish that I could feel the beauty that I claim to navigate
But all I do validate the struggles that I annotate
I wish that I could feel the feeling of saying there's a brighter day
I pull my mask and I'm revealing all I've got are accolades
But I can't wait to fucking feel the feeling when I get to say

I love it, I love it
I, I fucking love it
I love it, I love it
I, I fucking love it

But my mind is trapped in a dark place
'Cause I try and try but I can't shake
The feeling that

I ain't gonna make it for a while
You know I be tripping when I'm sipping on some wine
Said that I'ma do it, said I'ma make all these dimes
But you know I be tripping, I be questioning my mind
I be questioning my thoughts, I be questioning these thoughts
I be thinking that I'm different but I cannot run the block
And I cannot run the show and I can't do it alone
And I know that I've been trying but I'm feeling all this shit
Is just crushing my soul and it's going off
Really wish that I could just blow it up
Really wish that I could just throw the peace sign
I'ma scream into the crowd and I say throw it up
I've got the liquor lined up, so I pour it up
I've got a shorty in the corner, so I show it off
See, I believe and then I doubt like don't know enough
See I'ma shine, I'ma grow, and I'ma make enough

Flow like express train, flow like intestines
I intertwine then combine, I'm the next thing, next thing
Left swing, nigga, left hook
Left jab, this the motherfucking west hood
Flow is so extra
Double tapping women like I'm fucking ambidextrous
Genie wishes got me dreaming all about a Lexus
Hit up on Alexa, ask who the top is
She say, "You the best, sir"
(Say you the best, sir)
It's best to see that I've got the vision but division is next to me
I've been holding to myself when I should have let me free
I've been giving too much to my doubts and my pedigree
But that's enough 'cause I say so
I'ma make cheese, drip, drip on that queso
Working all night, new song when that day broke
Chocolate mixed with a little bit of sway
I can't wait to fucking say that I

I love it, I love it
I, I fucking love it
I love it, I love it
I, I fucking love it