Listen To Me
One day, I was sitting
Looking at the television
Questioning why the world be tripping
Poor and wealthy living in extreme division
So unhealthy, I've been feeling it with intuition
Driven to my limit
Bullshit opinions upon the internet
Full of disrespect
I'm just tryna cut a check
Feeling like a king on a chessboard
Maybe I could dream if I slept more
Maybe I could stress more
(Maybe you should stretch more)
I've been taking elevators to the next floor
One day private jets at the airport
Tryna figure out, what's important like
Whipping in the foreign,
Mothafucka I'm gorgeous
(Oh shit, He finna go in)
Swimming in a Silk Ocean
Tryna pay homage to the old heads
And the new ones, both ends like
You better come correct
If you tryna make it next
Y'all know that we blessed
That's why I confess
I'm just tryna do my best
I'm just tryna do my best
You better come correct
If you tryna make it next
Y'all know that we blessed
That's why I confess
I'm just tryna do best
I'm just tryna do my best
Now I ain't saying you ain't work for that dough
But really was it all you that got the to money flow
Or did you receive help, from your community or family
To make a life in which you live so happily
Acrobatic bars on fantastic beats
When it comes together it's a masterpiece
Turning other rappers into atrophy
Talking back to me, now
That might be a catastrophe
You better come correct
If you tryna make it next
Y'all know that we blessed
That's why I confess
I'm just tryna do best
I'm just tryna do my best
You better come correct
If you tryna make it next
Y'all know that we blessed
That's why I confess
I'm just tryna do best
I'm just tryna do my best
With a chick, fat ass, wrapped in satin
As you imagine, I'm acting a fool
I'm a passionate dude I ain't ever gone lie
With my hand on your thigh, I'mma take you sky high
Hell if I do, hell if don't
I'm just tryna keep it clutch post
I do the most, I ain't tryna boast
Something I've been waiting for a long time's getting close
I hit it and ghost her no getting mimosas
I'll give her Silk Oceans of love
It's a bittersweet taste
Cause I'm winning in the race
And I'll never really ever slow up
Better post up, sit back, and listen to me
Better post up, sit back, and listen to me
Looking at the television
Questioning why the world be tripping
Poor and wealthy living in extreme division
So unhealthy, I've been feeling it with intuition
Driven to my limit
Bullshit opinions upon the internet
Full of disrespect
I'm just tryna cut a check
Feeling like a king on a chessboard
Maybe I could dream if I slept more
Maybe I could stress more
(Maybe you should stretch more)
I've been taking elevators to the next floor
One day private jets at the airport
Tryna figure out, what's important like
Whipping in the foreign,
Mothafucka I'm gorgeous
(Oh shit, He finna go in)
Swimming in a Silk Ocean
Tryna pay homage to the old heads
And the new ones, both ends like
You better come correct
If you tryna make it next
Y'all know that we blessed
That's why I confess
I'm just tryna do my best
I'm just tryna do my best
You better come correct
If you tryna make it next
Y'all know that we blessed
That's why I confess
I'm just tryna do best
I'm just tryna do my best
Now I ain't saying you ain't work for that dough
But really was it all you that got the to money flow
Or did you receive help, from your community or family
To make a life in which you live so happily
Acrobatic bars on fantastic beats
When it comes together it's a masterpiece
Turning other rappers into atrophy
Talking back to me, now
That might be a catastrophe
You better come correct
If you tryna make it next
Y'all know that we blessed
That's why I confess
I'm just tryna do best
I'm just tryna do my best
You better come correct
If you tryna make it next
Y'all know that we blessed
That's why I confess
I'm just tryna do best
I'm just tryna do my best
With a chick, fat ass, wrapped in satin
As you imagine, I'm acting a fool
I'm a passionate dude I ain't ever gone lie
With my hand on your thigh, I'mma take you sky high
Hell if I do, hell if don't
I'm just tryna keep it clutch post
I do the most, I ain't tryna boast
Something I've been waiting for a long time's getting close
I hit it and ghost her no getting mimosas
I'll give her Silk Oceans of love
It's a bittersweet taste
Cause I'm winning in the race
And I'll never really ever slow up
Better post up, sit back, and listen to me
Better post up, sit back, and listen to me
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Angelo, Hakeem Sanusi
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