Lately

I can't die down bad
So I'm staying up late lately (ooh, ooh)
Matter fact I ain't trying to die at all
I'mma make it where you can't escape me ('scape me, 'scape me, scape me, ooh)
Wrist frigid, AP
Crib stately (ay)
Living ruthless, Ruth's Chris steak me (ay)
I'm the new kid, who did you mistake me for?

Word to Whoo Kid, who you kidding? I'm exhausted
Boys barely found me but they praying that I lost it
And1 mixtape, look at how I sauced it
Can't afford no missteps, moving like a sergeant
Right-left-right
I'mma will myself a fortune while you chasing Vanna White
I'm the visionary type of personality
I thought we was gang 'till I heard you had it out for me, damn

I can't die down bad
So I'm staying up late lately (ooh, ooh)
Matter fact I ain't trying to die at all
I'mma make it where you can't escape me ('scape me, 'scape me, ooh)
Wrist frigid, AP
Crib stately (state)
Living ruthless, Ruth's Chris steak me (steak)
I'm the new kid, who did you mistake me for? (who?)

Face me, don't go into hiding
My money and my time coinciding
We put all those hours in for you to throw away
I'm used to people turning cold, don't care to melt the snow away
Let it burn, look at what it ushered in
I was trying to get you out the way of your potential
Ain't no such thing as earn my trust again
Can't wait on nobody, who did you mistake me for?

Wrist frigid, AP
Crib stately (state)
Living ruthless, Ruth's Chris steak me (steak)
I'm the new kid, who did you mistake me for?



Credits
Writer(s): Weston Westbrooks
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