Intro
They say when one door closes, another opens
I'm trapped in lockdown again, so shit, here's to hopin
I'll give ya this flow that I got
I'll put it inside of box
Give you more money than stocks
'Cause I'm 'bout to shine like some rocks
Shootin' for the stars
Like I'm snipin' all celebrities
Aiming at the kings and queens
I don't care 'bout no enemies
Got the aces up my sleeve
You're too close if you're next to me
Shimmy when I hit the three
A chef has got his recipe
For takin people out, fuck the clout
I want respect, you see
Five on five, or one on one
I'm shootin' for my destiny
Six god type of legacy
Seven deadly sins
Fuck heaven 'cause hell's what's next for me
I ate y'all my past life
I'm talkin' 'bout longevity
Never owned a nine, but I'm 'bout to pop like one
Ten toes down a necessity
I ain't jackin' shit, you won't stop my run
Hair curly and head crazy
Like she writes op-eds for fun
Ok I'm doin' too much
Sippin' mimosas at brunch
Dippin' my toes in this pool
I'm a fool
'Cause now this water is frozen
I'm too cold for this shit
Confidence that I can't hold in
I swear that I was chosen
Might be down but never out
Bent but never broken
I'll find a better route
Waffle House, I'm always open
Started in the South, I'm headed out
To who knows where
Been in Montreal long enough
I know the cold air well
But it's time I saw a new city
And heard some other church bells
I'm trapped in lockdown again, so shit, here's to hopin
I'll give ya this flow that I got
I'll put it inside of box
Give you more money than stocks
'Cause I'm 'bout to shine like some rocks
Shootin' for the stars
Like I'm snipin' all celebrities
Aiming at the kings and queens
I don't care 'bout no enemies
Got the aces up my sleeve
You're too close if you're next to me
Shimmy when I hit the three
A chef has got his recipe
For takin people out, fuck the clout
I want respect, you see
Five on five, or one on one
I'm shootin' for my destiny
Six god type of legacy
Seven deadly sins
Fuck heaven 'cause hell's what's next for me
I ate y'all my past life
I'm talkin' 'bout longevity
Never owned a nine, but I'm 'bout to pop like one
Ten toes down a necessity
I ain't jackin' shit, you won't stop my run
Hair curly and head crazy
Like she writes op-eds for fun
Ok I'm doin' too much
Sippin' mimosas at brunch
Dippin' my toes in this pool
I'm a fool
'Cause now this water is frozen
I'm too cold for this shit
Confidence that I can't hold in
I swear that I was chosen
Might be down but never out
Bent but never broken
I'll find a better route
Waffle House, I'm always open
Started in the South, I'm headed out
To who knows where
Been in Montreal long enough
I know the cold air well
But it's time I saw a new city
And heard some other church bells
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Wooten-soto
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