Shower Thoughts

Aye, it's 11:30 Chicago time, I just got out the shower
I was freestyling some shit and I'm like
Goddamn I got to head straight to the studio with the shit
I got no producer, no engineer with me
It's just me, in my room, microphone, you know, let's go

Aye, I think of these lyrics in the shower
Got a bad bitch and she just keep on snapping every hour
I ain't saying that she getting mad, she want me to take her to the pad
She got a boyfriend but she still add me back on Snapchat
I'm done with rap capping, I did for the masses
Spit fire like a dragon, got everybody clapping
Now I can do what I want cause I'm slowly getting massive
I'm slowly getting traction and I'm your girls attraction
Rest In Peace, Mac Miller, keep them Nikes on my feet
I stay stepping in these Air Force Ones, I keep them clean
Yeah they say that they been stepping, they ain't stepping to my team
Yea he talk inside those comments, boy ain't stepping through his screen
Yea this my shit right here, we new school
But we old schooling these motherfuckers
Ahh, this shit feel good
Aye, got they head bopping every time they hear the beat
And they know that I'm popping, got them all in disbelief
Every stage that I be rocking, I got haters wanting seats
I get paid for every project, I made like a thousand each
Every time I drop a song, I keep on stacking up this paper
I be balling like a laker, he get cut, ain't talking sabers
Lost some friends, they all were traitors
I keep on eating, call the waiter
I might blow it with my homies and then worry bout it later
I just wanna chill up in the sunset
With a new girl getting undressed
On a beach, the water is the perfect weather
But she still ain't trynna get her hair wet
But am I ready to really take it there yet
Prolly not, I just hope she saves your boy a spot
This girl be playing games so much, her hobby is connecting dots
She on and off so much, I play this game, it's called connecting plots
Y'all want me to keep going, yea they want more, aight, one more, one more
One final verse, then I'm out, then I'm done, aight, drop that shit
I'm back on my shit now, fuck it, let's pick up the pace
I'm here to stay, I'm on that throw a lil dice and then roll me an 8
Always working always on my grind, never working any 9 to 5
Fuck the tag, buy anything I like, they love the track before I start to write
Any rapper ima need to grill, get her off me I don't want your girl
Ima need to get my own chick with a heart of diamond so I buy her pearls
I might put my all into her if I think she worth it
If she really worth it, I might need to give that girl the world, aye
Got a plan to be the best and they know that I'm up next
So I use my fucking chest and put my all in this shit
I need a million dollar crib, couple bitches for the trips
Got whips on whips, need a 10 car garage in that bitch
But right now I'm trynna help my family, I got shit to do
My momma working 3 jobs, you know that we got shit to lose
I'm trynna make it to the top, you know that I got shit to prove
So ima put it on god that I don't give a shit bout you



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Dutton
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