Serving
(Serving, I'm serving, yeah yeah yeah)
Coming out the box, I be writing memoirs
Going hard, feeling like a star
With my, own, bars
People bringing me applause cuz
They see my cause
That's my real dog
Don't trust, that, fog
I'm serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these bars with my wording
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these tracks they be burnin'
Servin' these ears they be turning
But some don't deserve it
They should be hurting
They should be burning
You'd think by now that they'd be learning
They all act like my tracks worthless
They all say what they are I'm certain
They a crown on a shirt like a kingpin
They got hallow bodies from within
All these shallow copies keep hitting
All these fallen hobbies I've given
All my time on, it keeps ticking
In my mind, it's led to this and
I'll be fine if I keep my vision
So I grind and I pray no Christian
Might be a server but I'm not bringing
No food to you
I'm suing you
Your eyes are wide
What? Is this new to you
I'm through with you, it suits you
You look puzzled but this ain't sudoku
I'm viewing you, I got the flu
Spit my bars like phlegm into your shampoo
See it glisten like gems with a yellow hue
Hear it listen like a mouse that was born brand new
Be a brown kid growing up in white streets
I felt like everyone there had it out for me
But they showed me that they cared, yeah they had receipts
Shoutout to my boy Stressless for serving me beats
Coming out the box, I be writing memoirs
Going hard, feeling like a star
With my, own, bars
People bringing me applause cuz
They see my cause
That's my real dog
Don't trust, that, fog
I'm serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these bars with my wording
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these tracks they be burnin'
Everybody come to Lotus for features
Tell em to hold this I'm preaching
Some say I'm hopeless I'm teaching
In my studio, I don't need people
But my self, cuz everyone's evil
Bars top shelf, you might want a refill
I don't need help I just need freedom
In this jail cell that is my room
Rappin to my own broom
Tryna see what sounds good
So my fans consume
The song that took me ten hours
In three minutes while taking a shower
Don't you understand you got the power
To help me succeed fill my only dream
Sharing my songs in my only theme
It helps to give my track a stream
I'm serving good I got hired
Blessing people at Carrabbas
Sometimes I feel tired
When I sleep I feel nirvana
Flow too hot like sauna
Too many kids hit lavas
Too many fibs no karma
Too much fame no problem
I could go slower but I don't wanna
I could go slower but I don't comma
I could go slower but I drive Honda
Gonna buy a house for my momma
That's my promise
I'm being honest
Saving money so I won't have to later
Making good cash working as a waiter
Coming out the box, I be writing memoirs
Going hard, feeling like a star
With my, own, bars
People bringing me applause cuz
They see my cause
That's my real dog
Don't trust, that, fog
I'm serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these bars with my wording
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these tracks they be burnin'
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these bars with my wording
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these tracks they be burnin'
Coming out the box, I be writing memoirs
Going hard, feeling like a star
With my, own, bars
People bringing me applause cuz
They see my cause
That's my real dog
Don't trust, that, fog
I'm serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these bars with my wording
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these tracks they be burnin'
Servin' these ears they be turning
But some don't deserve it
They should be hurting
They should be burning
You'd think by now that they'd be learning
They all act like my tracks worthless
They all say what they are I'm certain
They a crown on a shirt like a kingpin
They got hallow bodies from within
All these shallow copies keep hitting
All these fallen hobbies I've given
All my time on, it keeps ticking
In my mind, it's led to this and
I'll be fine if I keep my vision
So I grind and I pray no Christian
Might be a server but I'm not bringing
No food to you
I'm suing you
Your eyes are wide
What? Is this new to you
I'm through with you, it suits you
You look puzzled but this ain't sudoku
I'm viewing you, I got the flu
Spit my bars like phlegm into your shampoo
See it glisten like gems with a yellow hue
Hear it listen like a mouse that was born brand new
Be a brown kid growing up in white streets
I felt like everyone there had it out for me
But they showed me that they cared, yeah they had receipts
Shoutout to my boy Stressless for serving me beats
Coming out the box, I be writing memoirs
Going hard, feeling like a star
With my, own, bars
People bringing me applause cuz
They see my cause
That's my real dog
Don't trust, that, fog
I'm serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these bars with my wording
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these tracks they be burnin'
Everybody come to Lotus for features
Tell em to hold this I'm preaching
Some say I'm hopeless I'm teaching
In my studio, I don't need people
But my self, cuz everyone's evil
Bars top shelf, you might want a refill
I don't need help I just need freedom
In this jail cell that is my room
Rappin to my own broom
Tryna see what sounds good
So my fans consume
The song that took me ten hours
In three minutes while taking a shower
Don't you understand you got the power
To help me succeed fill my only dream
Sharing my songs in my only theme
It helps to give my track a stream
I'm serving good I got hired
Blessing people at Carrabbas
Sometimes I feel tired
When I sleep I feel nirvana
Flow too hot like sauna
Too many kids hit lavas
Too many fibs no karma
Too much fame no problem
I could go slower but I don't wanna
I could go slower but I don't comma
I could go slower but I drive Honda
Gonna buy a house for my momma
That's my promise
I'm being honest
Saving money so I won't have to later
Making good cash working as a waiter
Coming out the box, I be writing memoirs
Going hard, feeling like a star
With my, own, bars
People bringing me applause cuz
They see my cause
That's my real dog
Don't trust, that, fog
I'm serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these bars with my wording
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these tracks they be burnin'
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these bars with my wording
Serving, serving, serving, serving, serving
Serving these tracks they be burnin'
Credits
Writer(s): Aurovind Ahluwalia
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