WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE ?
Yeah, woah
Please, watch your tone for me before you speak
I'm scary like the season where nightmares end your sleep
Man, trust me shit ain't sweet, I trick but never treat
The bonus is not petite with these wizards of ours
We having dinners abroad
Y'all can just stick to the bars
Lion and lacking courage you leave me appalled
Soon as I get It I split the total with all of my dogs, woah
Not selfish, not spiteful
Still come for blood every time, time, like it's a cycle
Still come for niggas that's threatening my survival
Monumental plays when I move you get an eye full, yeah
Bottega sweater is cashmere
The fragrance is next tier
Y'all still dress like y'all couldn't get cheques cleared
Y'all still test like it won't get addressed here
Tryna take shots but we immune, you last year
We ignore and we still cheer
Like, "How did we land here?" (How did we land here?)
With tension it gets weird
Like, "What do we have here?"
What do we have?
Climbed up, high up
What do we have? (Yeah)
Funny how I never sleep, following all my dreams
Sun rose, wrote the song, made this beat
Most nights I sharpen the sword off the critiques
Makes me wonder how they find time to take a peak
Certain actions push me to really sit and reflect
The work is light so they must follow my every step
Turning your wheels that way you're gonna run out of breath
Can't block my blessings, my line with is God-direct
Still, there's niggas who dare and try to mix up my signals
Be careful if the genius ever falls in love with riddles
And if it breaks bad and the actions no longer civil
Remember that Malcolm never asked to be in the middle
Too much acting, no action
Dressing up your life can really go out of fashion
Overcompensating while I never lose traction
I won awards at nineteen, already platinum, law of attraction
Listen, some niggas gon' buy plaques
Some niggas gon' buy fame
Don't think I'll ever have enough up on my wall framed
The music good enough, they gon' make some bizarre claims
Desires turn to losses, they land in some dark lanes
Yeah, we ignore and still cheer
Like, "How did we land here?" (How did we land here?)
With tension it gets weird
Like, "What do we have here?"
What do we have?
Climbed up, high up
What do we have? (Yeah)
Please, watch your tone for me before you speak
I'm scary like the season where nightmares end your sleep
Man, trust me shit ain't sweet, I trick but never treat
The bonus is not petite with these wizards of ours
We having dinners abroad
Y'all can just stick to the bars
Lion and lacking courage you leave me appalled
Soon as I get It I split the total with all of my dogs, woah
Not selfish, not spiteful
Still come for blood every time, time, like it's a cycle
Still come for niggas that's threatening my survival
Monumental plays when I move you get an eye full, yeah
Bottega sweater is cashmere
The fragrance is next tier
Y'all still dress like y'all couldn't get cheques cleared
Y'all still test like it won't get addressed here
Tryna take shots but we immune, you last year
We ignore and we still cheer
Like, "How did we land here?" (How did we land here?)
With tension it gets weird
Like, "What do we have here?"
What do we have?
Climbed up, high up
What do we have? (Yeah)
Funny how I never sleep, following all my dreams
Sun rose, wrote the song, made this beat
Most nights I sharpen the sword off the critiques
Makes me wonder how they find time to take a peak
Certain actions push me to really sit and reflect
The work is light so they must follow my every step
Turning your wheels that way you're gonna run out of breath
Can't block my blessings, my line with is God-direct
Still, there's niggas who dare and try to mix up my signals
Be careful if the genius ever falls in love with riddles
And if it breaks bad and the actions no longer civil
Remember that Malcolm never asked to be in the middle
Too much acting, no action
Dressing up your life can really go out of fashion
Overcompensating while I never lose traction
I won awards at nineteen, already platinum, law of attraction
Listen, some niggas gon' buy plaques
Some niggas gon' buy fame
Don't think I'll ever have enough up on my wall framed
The music good enough, they gon' make some bizarre claims
Desires turn to losses, they land in some dark lanes
Yeah, we ignore and still cheer
Like, "How did we land here?" (How did we land here?)
With tension it gets weird
Like, "What do we have here?"
What do we have?
Climbed up, high up
What do we have? (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Ismael Teixeira
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