Gifted

(We're just like other people, we love to sing, we love to dance
We admire beautiful women, we're human. And sometimes... very human)

Mhm
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Reece, Spence, uh, you know we do this shit
Uh huh
Uh huh
I be like
I be like
Like, like

I'm a human but I move like an alien
Why do people worship normal people like Presbyterians
Why is it so hard for them to see their god is just playing them
When my life is over Ima press a button to play again

Don't look at me, I'm just playing my part
You been playing with hearts, you don't bite but you bark
You been running in circles and now you back at the start
In the deep of the dark, where all it takes is a spark

All it takes is a spark to nourish into a fire
And when that fire start blazing I promise it just gets higher
And you cannot get away, cause it just melted your tires
And so you cry and you pray, your situation is dire

I'm running for fame, you running your mouth
I'm glad that you came, you wanting me out
I don't run away, I'm seeing you bounce
So don't say that we're the same, cause you're just watered down

I'm sick of your shenanigans
You're never out of control, always micromanaging
You act like you got hoes, but she loving other men
You'll pull up with your bros? Boy I know you don't have friends

Jeff Bezos sees his poor workers in a Benz
Than he calls his shooter up and ties up loose ends
Thirty minutes later someone's gonna end up dead
But you already know Jeff got people in the feds

Yessir
Ha, hold on (hold on), like, I told 'em

I'm so different, the flow sicker than most living
The most gifted, my soul with it, I grow with it (Yeah)
I find a problem I dove in it with no limit (Nah)
I think different, I wrote different, I'm so with it (Yessir)

I don't really got the time for commitment
I got flows like the water down running down bitch I'm dripping
I'm with your hoe and she all up on my dick it's exquisite
I'ma expose all these phony rappers ain't no forgiving

I swear now

I just done got me the rhythm I'm getting the bag and I turn it to millions (Yeah)
You know I'm really Brazilian (Yeah)
Boy you could die in a minute (Yeah)
Fuck it, I run up the money I got me a bag and now I just be living (Cash)
You wanna fuck with a demon, but you at the bottom you gotta be kidding

I rhyme but never mind my vision
My nine is right around my kitchen
I honestly couldn't confine, I been vibing with all of my bitches
I really was just a kid with big dreams
But now I'm living the life I wanted all up in my dreams
I'm feeling gifted my nigga (That's facts)