Round of Applause
Hyundai 03 to get from A to B
I'm tryna run my district like I'm AOC
Lost youth so there really ain't no saving me
I don't believe in God, so y'all could save ya prayers please
Plottin' wit my boys like the Den of Thieves
Had to kill the kitty like it's Genovese's
Fuck being friends we better off as enemies
It's all love really thank you for excepting me
Remember me for who I was not what you wanted
Fuck those who think they know me, the comments, all they assumptions
Scared, to approach me, behind my back is they comfort
Bold by themselves but silent when they public
Never one to follow always been a leader
This shit ain't a race ain't no need to keep up
One in a million shoutout to Aaliyah
Weighing all my options like my sign a Libra
Fuckin' wit her Aura i ain't talking Rita
Stretch marks on her ass she look like a zebra
Fucked her for a while now we barely speaking
Side hugs or dap fist is how we only greeting
Accused me of cheating sorry I didn't mean it
When I get into that zone my thoughts turn facetious
Chipotle Barbacoa only way I'm beefing
Save those tears in your eyes after hours like the weekend
When you came back home aligned chakras stack stones
Order out to eat, back to my crib to get ya back blown
Although I act grown still need you as my backbone
Say it like I mean it deep down I know it's cap tho
In touch with inner me all my senses heightened
Thomas Edison thoughts all my ideas enlightened
My demons keep me up at night we always fighting
Could never trust these hoes they forever trifling
All I drop is classics keep these nigga humble
They was talking loud now all I ever hear is mumbles
8 and 0 still no respect, I'm D Book in the bubble
Not one to make a scene I'd rather keep it subtle
Sticking to the grain while I sing this pain
Evolve into a better me but I can't change
Refuses to fold and quit look at how far we came
I'd do it all again a nigga like me love the game...
A nigga like me man
I love the game
I love the hustle man
I be feeling like one em ball playing niggas you know
Like Bird or Magic or sum
Yeah you know a nigga got doe
A nigga could leave the league
But if I leave the fans still gon love me man...
I'm tryna run my district like I'm AOC
Lost youth so there really ain't no saving me
I don't believe in God, so y'all could save ya prayers please
Plottin' wit my boys like the Den of Thieves
Had to kill the kitty like it's Genovese's
Fuck being friends we better off as enemies
It's all love really thank you for excepting me
Remember me for who I was not what you wanted
Fuck those who think they know me, the comments, all they assumptions
Scared, to approach me, behind my back is they comfort
Bold by themselves but silent when they public
Never one to follow always been a leader
This shit ain't a race ain't no need to keep up
One in a million shoutout to Aaliyah
Weighing all my options like my sign a Libra
Fuckin' wit her Aura i ain't talking Rita
Stretch marks on her ass she look like a zebra
Fucked her for a while now we barely speaking
Side hugs or dap fist is how we only greeting
Accused me of cheating sorry I didn't mean it
When I get into that zone my thoughts turn facetious
Chipotle Barbacoa only way I'm beefing
Save those tears in your eyes after hours like the weekend
When you came back home aligned chakras stack stones
Order out to eat, back to my crib to get ya back blown
Although I act grown still need you as my backbone
Say it like I mean it deep down I know it's cap tho
In touch with inner me all my senses heightened
Thomas Edison thoughts all my ideas enlightened
My demons keep me up at night we always fighting
Could never trust these hoes they forever trifling
All I drop is classics keep these nigga humble
They was talking loud now all I ever hear is mumbles
8 and 0 still no respect, I'm D Book in the bubble
Not one to make a scene I'd rather keep it subtle
Sticking to the grain while I sing this pain
Evolve into a better me but I can't change
Refuses to fold and quit look at how far we came
I'd do it all again a nigga like me love the game...
A nigga like me man
I love the game
I love the hustle man
I be feeling like one em ball playing niggas you know
Like Bird or Magic or sum
Yeah you know a nigga got doe
A nigga could leave the league
But if I leave the fans still gon love me man...
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Morris
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