Vanity's View

Yeah
Uh
This one going to be a lil bit different
Uh
Buckle Up
Yeah
Look
Its Only

I feel like
They don't want to see me shine
I deserve the trillest dime
My thoughts are worth a hundred million
Said that shit a million times
I ain't chasing fame no more
I'm just in my lane you know
Planted seeds
Let it grow
Now I'm bout my vegetables
Thankful for the clarity
Intuition
Married it
My future
Ain't no sergeant
Don't preach that Mary Marily
Unless it's Jane
Numb call me Novocaine
Seen em hating all along
It's cool
I'm gone hog the lane
Back in my city
Penmanship still crispy
They don't know what hit em dawg
These bars hit em like 50
This ain't even my tipsy flow
Give me a shot of henny
Ready to lose it all
If they want it
Then come and get it
Aye chill I know I'm wicked
Skilled like a game of cricket
If it's not about the paper
Or this music I don't kick it
My circle super small
They know who to call
But I be out the way
Strategizing about my plays
Gotta keep a tapper fade
Gone and catch a wave
I know you hate to see
But i got to get paid
And no it's not a secret
All you niggas in my way
Capping saying you the best
And you won't say it with your chest
Lil homie put it to the test
I'm the wolf that's out the west
Competition I don't see it
Unless I'm staring at my demons
I'm the one you niggas see it
I had to believe it
I use to want to be the king
But they always guillotined
Understand this just my dream
I got to make it
I've been patient
Look in the mirror
Face it
My minds racing
Shorty sent me pictures naked
But won't stay with
Shìt really drive me crazy
Am I crazy
Damn this happened a time or two
I really thought it was love
That's how fat boys move
And really need an award
She played that shit cool
That's really part of the game
Call it vanity's view
Now what's up



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Sykes
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