Poster Child
Feel it feel it
Feel it feel it
Cardio for those who doubted me
I had to run it up
Charges, chargers, the plug twice
What you running from?
What you running from?
Yeah, What you running from?
What you running from?
Wait a...
Wait a
Wait a minute
Yeah, i've been tryna get it
I cannot wait anymore
Nah, gotta get this music right
Can't kick in any doors
Yeah, gotta get this mullah right
Can't kick in any doors
Coming thru yo house
And watch me sneak into windows
Gotta take my style back
Because you know that ain't yo's
Making sure you hearing
All our music
Come to shows
If you come for ours
Then we come right back at yo's
Pulling up, bumpin Mikey
They want a double dose
Tired of the dosage
Tired of the hopeless
Yeah, they want some hope
But, I am not there Moses
Yeah, they want a famous star
Takin pictures and poses
I am not a poster child
I'm supposed to soul clinch
All that smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
Smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
(I feel that shit)
Tired of the dosage
Tired of the hopeless
Yeah, they want some hope
But, I am not there Moses
Yeah, they want a famous star
Takin pictures and poses
I am not a poster child
I'm supposed to soul clinch
Uhh, yeah
See, I never knew
I had to go and get it
Until I got up, went to go get it
Still a long way from got it
Still clinching lint in my pocket
And until the opposite I can't stop it
Rolex eyes, I been watching
My life, they binge watching
My rhymes, they been talking
Running to the money
Running to the motive
R. I. P The times I been walking
Yeah, Everybody say they
Run the town
Until we run into em
Then they just jogging
Everybody they just flocking
Set a trend, they just mock it
That just means I gotta work harder
Yeah, hit the studio
And then I clock in
Yah, uhh
Then I over time, it ain't a overkill
Uhh, yeah
My first album took a brotha four years
Uhh, yeah
My next junk took a couple more years
Now I knock an album out
Just like I'm Holyfield
Smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
Smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
Tired of the dosage
Tired of the hopeless
Yeah, they want some hope
But, I am not there Moses
Yeah, they want a famous star
Takin pictures and poses
I am not a poster child
I'm supposed to soul clinch
Feel it feel it
Cardio for those who doubted me
I had to run it up
Charges, chargers, the plug twice
What you running from?
What you running from?
Yeah, What you running from?
What you running from?
Wait a...
Wait a
Wait a minute
Yeah, i've been tryna get it
I cannot wait anymore
Nah, gotta get this music right
Can't kick in any doors
Yeah, gotta get this mullah right
Can't kick in any doors
Coming thru yo house
And watch me sneak into windows
Gotta take my style back
Because you know that ain't yo's
Making sure you hearing
All our music
Come to shows
If you come for ours
Then we come right back at yo's
Pulling up, bumpin Mikey
They want a double dose
Tired of the dosage
Tired of the hopeless
Yeah, they want some hope
But, I am not there Moses
Yeah, they want a famous star
Takin pictures and poses
I am not a poster child
I'm supposed to soul clinch
All that smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
Smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
(I feel that shit)
Tired of the dosage
Tired of the hopeless
Yeah, they want some hope
But, I am not there Moses
Yeah, they want a famous star
Takin pictures and poses
I am not a poster child
I'm supposed to soul clinch
Uhh, yeah
See, I never knew
I had to go and get it
Until I got up, went to go get it
Still a long way from got it
Still clinching lint in my pocket
And until the opposite I can't stop it
Rolex eyes, I been watching
My life, they binge watching
My rhymes, they been talking
Running to the money
Running to the motive
R. I. P The times I been walking
Yeah, Everybody say they
Run the town
Until we run into em
Then they just jogging
Everybody they just flocking
Set a trend, they just mock it
That just means I gotta work harder
Yeah, hit the studio
And then I clock in
Yah, uhh
Then I over time, it ain't a overkill
Uhh, yeah
My first album took a brotha four years
Uhh, yeah
My next junk took a couple more years
Now I knock an album out
Just like I'm Holyfield
Smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
Smoke in the air
Yeah, fake in the air
Yeah, I can hear you talking bout me
Feel it in the air yeah
Tired of the dosage
Tired of the hopeless
Yeah, they want some hope
But, I am not there Moses
Yeah, they want a famous star
Takin pictures and poses
I am not a poster child
I'm supposed to soul clinch
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Writer(s): Evan Mills
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