'Til the Break of Dawn
And this is Project X, yo
You would think I'm DiCaprio way I put on a facade
Lost in translation, selfish acts ain't reflecting my God
Polluting my brain, filled it up with smog, I'm an awe
Numbing the pain, feel like I became a fraud
In the midst of it all, I put a lot of people at odds against me
Not looking for sympathy, just understand me
This is real, I hope you feel
I got carried away, I'm still Chief's Dookie bae, bae, bae
I know where I come from, I know I'm his son
I know I'm sincere, I know I'm not revered
Due to past action, acting out instead of taking action
Downing the bottle, not taking my foot off the throttle
Cuz told me drop my girl and start chasing models
That's some lame ass shit nigga
This some real ass shit nigga
One, one, two yeah
Went back home had to regroup Out here chasing validation
Bum ass nigga doesn't even have a coupe
Seeking verification over spiritual stimulation
Creating speculation over my relationship
Well
Shit, huh
One, two, one, two, one, one
Exclusivity gave me a different pedestal
That I wasn't using as a proper tool, what a fool
Had it all, dropped the ball, choking when the moments
Game seven, primetime, Kirk Cousins, Chris Paul
This that life you wanna live?
This that love you tryna give?
Nobody's plotting on your downfall except yourself
Just put your hand out, you know God's tryna help
Burnt so many bridges, I feel like I'm isolated
Know I'm at a disadvantage 'cause I'm melanated
Yeah, I hate it, but that's no excuse, back in the day
Vada Mae was on the swivel ducking crackers with a (nuse)
Jordan year's here, and it's making me sick (sick)
Looking at time pass with another tick (tick)
I know you want it all, but look in front of the wheel
Grab the stick, You don't have to stall,
It's time to heal, and that's real But
Y'all ain't ready for this one
Feel like we at the Kennedy Center
Are you ready for liftoff?
Local Blacksmith in the kennel
Heisenberg playing with phenyl
Going live like we on Kimmel
Arthur Fleck, I'm about to go fucking mental
'Til the break of dawn yo
Houston, we have a problem
CG
This shit's stupid
Malcolm... Where are you?
Heard the people fiending for another one
Ain't no problem, I supply then make 'em go dumb
This that nicotine fix, when that dopamine hit
Back up on my bullshit, like you can't tell me shit
Elevating like we on the space station (space station)
Steady geeking after leaving the rotation (stay geeking)
Suburban nigga probably won't be on probation (no I won't)
Guess that's why I'm always looking for elation (always looking)
Not a killer but I'm about to go thriller (no I'm)
Not from the five-o-two, but I will go Tiller (not, from, but I, will, go)
Feelings colder than the winter, lord knows I'm a sinner
(Lord knows I'm a sinner dawg, damn, man)
Show my ass like a clown, r-running round town
Fuck priorities, too busy worried about sororities
I'm taking in this lifestyle before I reach paternity
I got ol' girl on her knees, shawty's praising me
These the finer things, crazy how I'm living now
But I've done seen stranger things, I'm talking rager things (it's lit)
Crazy how you numb to the pain when you getting brain
Sip up on Patron, now I'm on one, back in my lane
Malcolm... Where are you?
I'm in the zone
Not a killer, but I might go thriller
Not from the five-o-two, but I will go Tiller dawg
But I will go Tiller
Will go Tiller dawg
Imma let you know right now
We don't care
You would think I'm DiCaprio way I put on a facade
Lost in translation, selfish acts ain't reflecting my God
Polluting my brain, filled it up with smog, I'm an awe
Numbing the pain, feel like I became a fraud
In the midst of it all, I put a lot of people at odds against me
Not looking for sympathy, just understand me
This is real, I hope you feel
I got carried away, I'm still Chief's Dookie bae, bae, bae
I know where I come from, I know I'm his son
I know I'm sincere, I know I'm not revered
Due to past action, acting out instead of taking action
Downing the bottle, not taking my foot off the throttle
Cuz told me drop my girl and start chasing models
That's some lame ass shit nigga
This some real ass shit nigga
One, one, two yeah
Went back home had to regroup Out here chasing validation
Bum ass nigga doesn't even have a coupe
Seeking verification over spiritual stimulation
Creating speculation over my relationship
Well
Shit, huh
One, two, one, two, one, one
Exclusivity gave me a different pedestal
That I wasn't using as a proper tool, what a fool
Had it all, dropped the ball, choking when the moments
Game seven, primetime, Kirk Cousins, Chris Paul
This that life you wanna live?
This that love you tryna give?
Nobody's plotting on your downfall except yourself
Just put your hand out, you know God's tryna help
Burnt so many bridges, I feel like I'm isolated
Know I'm at a disadvantage 'cause I'm melanated
Yeah, I hate it, but that's no excuse, back in the day
Vada Mae was on the swivel ducking crackers with a (nuse)
Jordan year's here, and it's making me sick (sick)
Looking at time pass with another tick (tick)
I know you want it all, but look in front of the wheel
Grab the stick, You don't have to stall,
It's time to heal, and that's real But
Y'all ain't ready for this one
Feel like we at the Kennedy Center
Are you ready for liftoff?
Local Blacksmith in the kennel
Heisenberg playing with phenyl
Going live like we on Kimmel
Arthur Fleck, I'm about to go fucking mental
'Til the break of dawn yo
Houston, we have a problem
CG
This shit's stupid
Malcolm... Where are you?
Heard the people fiending for another one
Ain't no problem, I supply then make 'em go dumb
This that nicotine fix, when that dopamine hit
Back up on my bullshit, like you can't tell me shit
Elevating like we on the space station (space station)
Steady geeking after leaving the rotation (stay geeking)
Suburban nigga probably won't be on probation (no I won't)
Guess that's why I'm always looking for elation (always looking)
Not a killer but I'm about to go thriller (no I'm)
Not from the five-o-two, but I will go Tiller (not, from, but I, will, go)
Feelings colder than the winter, lord knows I'm a sinner
(Lord knows I'm a sinner dawg, damn, man)
Show my ass like a clown, r-running round town
Fuck priorities, too busy worried about sororities
I'm taking in this lifestyle before I reach paternity
I got ol' girl on her knees, shawty's praising me
These the finer things, crazy how I'm living now
But I've done seen stranger things, I'm talking rager things (it's lit)
Crazy how you numb to the pain when you getting brain
Sip up on Patron, now I'm on one, back in my lane
Malcolm... Where are you?
I'm in the zone
Not a killer, but I might go thriller
Not from the five-o-two, but I will go Tiller dawg
But I will go Tiller
Will go Tiller dawg
Imma let you know right now
We don't care
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Writer(s): Malcolm Smith
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