Xpectations
Okay, thank you
Clouded by these expectations
Train station hoppin' like I really know my destinations
(Where?)
Only God knows I know no limitations
But on the other hand Satan knows all my sinful temptations
Late night conversations with my fam about what It really means to be famous
Grind until I'm looking down at crowds, standing ovations
And the kids that used to bully look me in the eyes and say, "Congratulations"
No more with that fake shit
(Fake shit)
No more pointing fingers
No more accusations
Please
I came from squatter homes and starvation
(Real talk)
Now how's that for some Mothafuckin' motivation?
God damn
(Yeah)
I'm fuego with sauce
These rappers just mild
So fuck what they think boy i do what I want
I put that on cousins, my mother, my father, my brother, my granny, my aunt
Paving the way, no not following trends
Yeah I'm breaking these pens
But not making amends
And when I look around ion see no more friends
Just get papa a Benz
But no amount of money ever tell me what I'm worth
(What I'm worth)
And please step aside so your heart don't get hurt
(Hurt)
If you wear that on your sleeve you might get some blood up on your shirt
Praying everyday like I'm ready to leave earth
Clouded by these expectations
Train station hoppin' like I really know my destinations
(Where?)
Only God knows I know no limitations
But on the other hand Satan knows all my sinful temptations
Late night conversations with my fam about what It really means to be famous
Grind until I'm looking down at crowds, standing ovations
And the kids that used to bully look me in the eyes and say, "Congratulations"
No more with that fake shit
(Fake shit)
No more pointing fingers
No more accusations
Please
I came from squatter homes and starvation
(Real talk)
Now how's that for some Mothafuckin' motivation?
God damn
(Yeah)
I'm fuego with sauce
These rappers just mild
So fuck what they think boy i do what I want
I put that on cousins, my mother, my father, my brother, my granny, my aunt
Paving the way, no not following trends
Yeah I'm breaking these pens
But not making amends
And when I look around ion see no more friends
Just get papa a Benz
But no amount of money ever tell me what I'm worth
(What I'm worth)
And please step aside so your heart don't get hurt
(Hurt)
If you wear that on your sleeve you might get some blood up on your shirt
Praying everyday like I'm ready to leave earth
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Aurelio
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