Picture This
You all been acting confused
Like I done came out the blue
If that we're only the truth
Stamina broken and bruised
While you sit with your jaw to the floor
I been out grinding you
On a rocket to the Moon
And no there ain't no room for two
I'm on an interstellar trip
Grab your phone about your pocket picture this
You give me reasons to doubt it like here's a list
As if I'm scared of ducking throws nah fuck it I'll miss
Never took an L I didn't flip into a win
Now picture this
Interesting flows for disinterested hoes
Gotta keep the public interested
That's how money grows
If you're slacking on the interest
Your interest in gonna slow
Keep percentages in pockets
Like the bars you running home
Like a grand slam
I'm bringing all the homies in with me
If there's no room at the table
We'll pop a squat like Ray Willy
Bringing records home
Even though we know the plaques are silly
Putting art up on the walls
We stay inspired, humble, gifted
In my own lane
Building up my own name
Setting my own goals, mane
We playing the long game
Even if I don't get recognition
For the crazy bars I'm laying
If I say it with my chest I know
We made it all the same, yeah
Brick my brick
Picture this
See you all do it for a blue check
Dollars out your pocket every month
Could buy a new whip
Saving up the pennies in your pocket
For a news clip
Chasing clout before you push the art
Are you confused man
This ain't win or lose man
This is for the music
I been round the block a couple times
Seen how you move man
Lost a couple dimes
But I ain't trippin over loose ends
Snip em like your balls
You flash them like that and you lose them
Keep your trousers tight
I'm coming with the chainsaw oh damn
Scary movie 4 hundred and something
Clear the room man
Cameras flashing for everyone else
I'm cruising through fam
I don't need the recognition anymore
I'm cooling
Know inside my heart why I be cooking in the stu
For the fans, for my fam, for my damn self
I don't need the recognition
I'll give it my damn self
Keep the cameras clicking
I know it will finally click when I put my heart in these bars
You other rappers spit like quick sand
Falling fast now
Some can't even keep up the consistency
Can't always be on top you gotta find your pocket
Hit the streets and run it
Some of y'all don't see the fame then dump it
Some of y'all just in it for the hundreds
Some of y'all need something more than loving
Some of y'all been trippin over nothin
Picture this when it's your time you facing judgement
The gates of heaven open up and
Like I done came out the blue
If that we're only the truth
Stamina broken and bruised
While you sit with your jaw to the floor
I been out grinding you
On a rocket to the Moon
And no there ain't no room for two
I'm on an interstellar trip
Grab your phone about your pocket picture this
You give me reasons to doubt it like here's a list
As if I'm scared of ducking throws nah fuck it I'll miss
Never took an L I didn't flip into a win
Now picture this
Interesting flows for disinterested hoes
Gotta keep the public interested
That's how money grows
If you're slacking on the interest
Your interest in gonna slow
Keep percentages in pockets
Like the bars you running home
Like a grand slam
I'm bringing all the homies in with me
If there's no room at the table
We'll pop a squat like Ray Willy
Bringing records home
Even though we know the plaques are silly
Putting art up on the walls
We stay inspired, humble, gifted
In my own lane
Building up my own name
Setting my own goals, mane
We playing the long game
Even if I don't get recognition
For the crazy bars I'm laying
If I say it with my chest I know
We made it all the same, yeah
Brick my brick
Picture this
See you all do it for a blue check
Dollars out your pocket every month
Could buy a new whip
Saving up the pennies in your pocket
For a news clip
Chasing clout before you push the art
Are you confused man
This ain't win or lose man
This is for the music
I been round the block a couple times
Seen how you move man
Lost a couple dimes
But I ain't trippin over loose ends
Snip em like your balls
You flash them like that and you lose them
Keep your trousers tight
I'm coming with the chainsaw oh damn
Scary movie 4 hundred and something
Clear the room man
Cameras flashing for everyone else
I'm cruising through fam
I don't need the recognition anymore
I'm cooling
Know inside my heart why I be cooking in the stu
For the fans, for my fam, for my damn self
I don't need the recognition
I'll give it my damn self
Keep the cameras clicking
I know it will finally click when I put my heart in these bars
You other rappers spit like quick sand
Falling fast now
Some can't even keep up the consistency
Can't always be on top you gotta find your pocket
Hit the streets and run it
Some of y'all don't see the fame then dump it
Some of y'all just in it for the hundreds
Some of y'all need something more than loving
Some of y'all been trippin over nothin
Picture this when it's your time you facing judgement
The gates of heaven open up and
Credits
Writer(s): Mary Nellesen
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