Mapped Out

Mad work, I ain't slept in like two days
timosh' how's your money coming in? Touche
I ain't got many bills but I can make some
Soon I'll be Miami chef be asking how's my steak done

Pretty rare, to not be popping off
Y'all be lighting up the blunts, I be lighting molotov
Throw em' at the devils house, doubts be burning
I don't take those L's, opportunities lurking

Keep it kinda clean, and keep that classy
You think y'all driving? Nah y'all sit in the back seat
It's my wheel, and I'm steering however
Fake friends in disguise, why I'm checking the weather

It's getting cloudy, so you better get a coat
Talking like you're just employed, but I'm more like CEO
Don't want hoes, vision's close so I reach it
Got a brand new mind, so I'm trying to preach it

They heathens, uh, so I'm calling the pastor
Devil wants me in some chains all he gets is laughter
I'm mastered, yeah my mind is free
I'll be smoking these bars, I don't care bout a tree
They'll be asking for war, but I'm living in peace
I used to sit in a chair that they're giving for free
Now I'm taking it, I don't need me that seat
Y'all be back in your place in the dirt with your feet, I'm free

Uh, and I move with ambition
I just care for the vibe, I don't care bout a million
I just write what I'm feelin', I keep it a buck
I'll be putting in work, I don't move with the luck
They done, they suck
I keep it real with the rap
I keep drinking the water, but I ain't talking the tap
I mapped out what I'm doing, success makin' noise, I don't gotta do proving

I'm hooping, uh, shooting 3's all day
I'll be spitting for fun, I don't care bout a pay
Yeah the booth is on fire, it's been raining all day
Somebody try to put it out but there's too many flames, I'm sayin'



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Writer(s): Tim Linnik
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