In Your Feelings

(See you, lass)

They ask me will I fall off? Never (nah)
The chuck keep goin' hard, our winner is for "Les Mignons"
On my papa's dinner and I still fuck 12 out of my guy's widow

No more waitin' for the day that might check it
Ah, but to change is to gain some respectin' (that's right)
What can I say, man, I'm famous, I had trips
I probably gettin' brains when a maid makes breakfast (ahah)

I know they think it happened overnight
But it didn't, I was 15, had an open mic
Had a fake ID just so I could go inside
And I still regret the dumbshit I did over pride, but (shit)

I had to stop dwellin' on the past
While everybody else is being extra on iGram
I can't ever go broke so I better chase a bag
I just jumped off the jet, now I'm stepping in Islam

I told lil' bro, "Cut up all the brag"
I keep staying focused on the power of success
Got 'em sour like a brown and I see cowards on reflex
Pick the lookin' on they face as soon as my album get the press, smirk (smirk)

Yeah, I know that you in your feelings
Like I'm supposed to care, I don't
This hobby is that I'm no reason
That you don't want to smoke, no

I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy

I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
Good acting, like a hoe

Had a lot of long nights but now I sell sunny days
I could sign a big deal but then I become a slave
I could see it on they face, they know I got what it takes
I just ask Siri how far we are from the bank

Catch up all, like curry with the free throws
Came a long way from their home, they meet low
I gotta deal a shit or your whip gets repo
Addicted to the money, got green light, see low

I put that on the Canadian flag
I'm having problems with siding between a range and a jag
Just left the Louie, still forgot to take off the tags
My pockets so full I want to breakin' my legs, oof!

I'm a man, fucking proud of me, I mean that
I'm on a plane, catchin' zees with my see bag
See, lass, just send me another bean pack
I told 'em when I land I'll pick that, I need that

Yeah, I know that you in your feelings
Like I'm supposed to care, I don't
This hobby is that I'm no reason
That you don't want to smoke, no

I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy

I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
I'm getting used to the jealousy and envy
Good acting, like a hoe