Sauna

All talk on the Internet? We ain't into that
Sever that, I keep a thing drawn
And do I mean lyrically, or do I mean literally?
The world may never know
Niggas probably think, "How he so calm?"
While the ladies fuckin' with my charm
Shit, I may be lucky
But I ain't come here for no lovey-dovey
I just came for the bag, give me my money
And ain't nothin' funny 'cause I'm serious
Ain't talkin' monkeys, niggas' curious
On how I made it this far
No Eddie Murphy, nigga, some go delirious
Oblivious to the fact that I'm a scorer
My heart's in my kingdom, I feel like I'm Sora
They fuck with my rhythm and my aura
Booth is my victim, turn it to a sauna
It's gettin' hot in here
But the plot is clear, nigga, I keep it player
Sayonara to the people who think we ain't equal
Man, I'll see you later
Niggas be gassed up, like the station
Crabs in the barrel, y'all little crustaceans
Y'all just give in to little temptations
But I cannot relate, I got patience
To be big and do better
No matter the weather, I promise I'll stay up
Mind's lighter than a feather
Y'all fold under pressure, gotta get ya weight up
I could never relate
I wish it was freeze tag so I can freeze the fakes
If I cut the grass, I'll seize the snakes
One step at a time, I'll keep the pace
I'll book ya face, get out my space
Better than ever, I'll be late
Practice make perfect, so I'll be great
Always eatin', got my food on my plate
Stay schemin', always stay schemin'
Use your imagination, stay dreamin'
Knock the door down then I bring my team in
Shoutout Roddy, I'm ballin' out every season
Shoutout Roddy, I'm ballin' out every season
I got every reason to be rich in freedom
Boogie in the A', I'm a don with demons
I'ma trap for treasure while avoidin' treason
I'm avoidin' treason with intelligence
Yeah, I learned my gift was Heaven sent
No Keyshia Cole 'cause it was evident
And I won't be taken out my element, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Medford
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