More (feat. Katana)
I had nothing but a pair of Jordan 13s
Wasn't Instagram, it was just my hopes and dreams
With eight siblings, no such thing as low self esteem
You hit the shower last, boy, your ass got no hot steam
All them days and lonely nights when I got no girls
Now they all come to me like I am a referral
My momma couldn't make the games without playing the mural
Most niggas where I'm from end up on a mural
But it's okay. I fast forward just a few years
My momma see my eyes and she shed a few tears
Not because she sad, just because she giving cheers
Who would've thought we'd end up here owning our own lair
Her oldest son is the richest of his own peers
They say you got the drive, but you still gotta steer
They say you got the swag, but let me make it clear
Everything you ever want, it stands behind the fear
Some things never change
I guess
Post storm comes the rain
Admit
Shit don't feel the same
But I want more. I want more
Some things never change
I guess
Post storm comes the rain
Admit
Shit don't feel the same
But I want more. I want more
Put my mind on focus turning dreams into reality
We be working harder than a fat man burning calories
Aiming for the top position, then fuck up the game
Don't give a fuck about the fame, nah, I don't need no chain
Mostly I can't fuck with fake; won't catch me by no lame
Had some people that were solid but then suddenly turned fake
Rolling up some super loud, my girl green, Mary Jane
Got me higher than a private jet that we gon' take to Spain
Most my haters are my old friends, I get that dank
Blowing clouds in my enemy's face and count cake
Is you mad? We gon' go ahead and still get it though
We gon' keep on climbing till success. I know they see us, bro
Haters keep on watching, so I tell 'em, "Take a video"
Of course they getting mad when they see me in that Jag
Riding top down with my chick by me taking dabs
My momma get glad when she see that I be cooking up raps
Some things never change
I guess
Post storm comes the rain
Admit
Shit don't feel the same
But I want more. I want more
Some things never change
I guess
Post storm comes the rain
Admit
Shit don't feel the same
But I want more. I want more
Wasn't Instagram, it was just my hopes and dreams
With eight siblings, no such thing as low self esteem
You hit the shower last, boy, your ass got no hot steam
All them days and lonely nights when I got no girls
Now they all come to me like I am a referral
My momma couldn't make the games without playing the mural
Most niggas where I'm from end up on a mural
But it's okay. I fast forward just a few years
My momma see my eyes and she shed a few tears
Not because she sad, just because she giving cheers
Who would've thought we'd end up here owning our own lair
Her oldest son is the richest of his own peers
They say you got the drive, but you still gotta steer
They say you got the swag, but let me make it clear
Everything you ever want, it stands behind the fear
Some things never change
I guess
Post storm comes the rain
Admit
Shit don't feel the same
But I want more. I want more
Some things never change
I guess
Post storm comes the rain
Admit
Shit don't feel the same
But I want more. I want more
Put my mind on focus turning dreams into reality
We be working harder than a fat man burning calories
Aiming for the top position, then fuck up the game
Don't give a fuck about the fame, nah, I don't need no chain
Mostly I can't fuck with fake; won't catch me by no lame
Had some people that were solid but then suddenly turned fake
Rolling up some super loud, my girl green, Mary Jane
Got me higher than a private jet that we gon' take to Spain
Most my haters are my old friends, I get that dank
Blowing clouds in my enemy's face and count cake
Is you mad? We gon' go ahead and still get it though
We gon' keep on climbing till success. I know they see us, bro
Haters keep on watching, so I tell 'em, "Take a video"
Of course they getting mad when they see me in that Jag
Riding top down with my chick by me taking dabs
My momma get glad when she see that I be cooking up raps
Some things never change
I guess
Post storm comes the rain
Admit
Shit don't feel the same
But I want more. I want more
Some things never change
I guess
Post storm comes the rain
Admit
Shit don't feel the same
But I want more. I want more
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Beck, Leonard Ahlstrom, Sam Mullins, Brown Banister
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