Float

Float on the track
Traipse on a beat
Brand new coat
Let it drape on the street

Goals been met
Licks been hit
Too many rap
Not many spit

Love in my heart
Streets been cold
Too many hate
Too many fold

Start with me
End up worse
Who Yah bless
Gyal can't curse

Oh my days
Look at all this money we made
Thought they say we couldn't get paid
But I don't trust a word that they say

So much trouble in the world
It was just me and my bubble and my girls
The rest of them a panic, all of them stressed
Fuck this pandemic, I'm an empress

Disrespecting dark skin, y'all need to dead that
I ain't into long talking, I'll push your head back

We are not the same
I'm set good to my silhouette
You eager for the fame
Now you skinning on the internet

I said what I said you see
I don't have no enemies
All opps are dead to me

Float on the track
Traipse on a beat
Brand new coat
Let it drape on the street

Goals been met
Licks been hit
Too many rap
Not many spit

Love in my heart
Streets been cold
Too many hate
Too many fold

Start with me
End up worse
Who Yah bless
Gyal can't curse

I know I'm young, they tryna teach me a lesson
But I have yet to meet a mother fucker worth impressing
Rather be sippin' on Azul, undressing
Shea butter, sitting in the sun de-stressing

Many blessings and possessions
But still I've got a spiritual obsession
It was hell on the block but you stop believing
How you grew up where I grew up and you still ain't leaving

Yo, the traumas in the past tried to bury me
All praise the Most High cause he carried me
Keep my head high, ain't no fear in me
I know you listening, but are you hearing me

Float on the track
Traipse on a beat
Brand new whip
Let it SKRRRT

Goals been met
Licks been hit
Too many rap
But none of them spit

Love in my heart
Streets been cold
Too many hate
But all of them fold

I said what I said you see
I don't have no enemies
All opps are dead to me



Credits
Writer(s): Jazmine Mathews
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