Not Him

No I can't miss
No you not him
Your pockets slim fucking Jim
My pockets fat they need the gym
On that reaper shit no grim
They told me I couldn't win, keep on saying dumb shit I count hundreds and I grin
Telling me I did good but I ain't even begin
Telling me you've been good I ain't ever seen you win
I been told that I'm the goat I just told them watch this
I'm- I'm show you why I'm about to be one of the best
I can't sign for a light check, I can't let them step on my neck
And fuck all the industry they trying play me like some chess
I got to keep my soul in my chest
And the truth hard to digest

That 666, watch that devil offer you bread
With your bitch bitch bitch
Why she gone offer me head
I can't miss miss miss (Miss, miss, miss)
How I always hit them on the head
Paint a picture like Ross (Bob ross, bob ross)
Watch your back shit get crossed (Double cross)
Had to walk couldn't even crawl
Like fuck it I don't need y'all
Dry mouth I can't talk
Nervous legs I can't walk

No I can't miss
No you not him
Your pockets slim fucking Jim
My pockets fat they need the gym
On that reaper shit no grim
They told me I couldn't win, keep on saying dumb shit I count hundreds and I grin
Telling me I did good but I ain't even begin
Telling me you've been good I ain't ever seen you win
I been told that I'm the goat I just told them watch this
I'm- I'm show you why I'm about to be one of the best
I can't sign for a light check, I can't let them step on my neck
And fuck all the industry they trying play me like some chess
I got to keep my soul in my chest
And the truth hard to digest



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Writer(s): Brayden Garza
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