Baby Boy

I been lowkey all 'rona
Louis Armstrong they aint know I was blowin
Exotic tree done be my aroma
Influences done curbed my persona

I haven't capped since gown and diplomas
Gave my heart like I was a donor
Work work work like RiRi was on it
Overtime nigga Yea I need the bonus
Man I don't see you doin this

(Uh)

Can't walk a mile in my shoes
Im runnin up a check just to pay off my dues
Got a couple bills past due
But hired me shooter
Just to line up my views
They say a nigga up next
Now watch me pass thru
Damn Reuby Reub too blessed
I aint gotta say "ah choo"

Jimmy
Gucci, Prada and Fendi
Pandemonium for designer
But spent a bag on some vintage
Father told me don't follow fashion
I'ma own my swag til its trending
Family head be a prophet
And Im just minding my business

Mind always on mula
Gouda
Servin my craft like a food truck
I'm eatin right where you fuel up
Keepin shit straight like ruler

Back on go like the OG
But I'm still living like the Baby Boy
But I'm still living like the Baby Boy
And I'm still livin like the Baby boy

Badman
Mi chop more trees den cabin
New pack in
(Yuh)
I could buss it down but i dont needa trap man

Unknown digits hittin my jack man
Pockets Jacked up shit is on steriods
I'm out west lookin like a Jackboy
The swag you jacked was a decoy

Air dropped shawty that REUB B.O.¥.
Blown away like niggas from illonios
I be on a roll like hoagie
Big belly kid with the tool boy

But I'm switchin chicks like Jody
And she got love for the Baby Boy
And she tryna fuck with the Baby boy
Now come and come up with the Baby Boy

(Shawty
Believe Me)

(Baby
Believe Me)

(Brody
Believe Me)

Believe Me
Believe Me