FourWardZ
Damn foo, these guys got it backwards
It's just a lil' something different about this year man
2023 is our year foo, play the producer tag
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out
If they want me as the villain so bad, why hide it
Tryna' trick me into acting out of character and violent
I acknowledge I was angry about it, why fight it
But the lengths that they went, I just can't justify it
Every word that they spoke, was a trap, mm
Felt similar to living in a maze with the rats
Thinking I was strong enough to carry yo' issues
They would take that and use that against you
Tryna' tell me ain't none of yo family miss you
They think you are the weakest when it ain't nobody with you
No relationship can fix you
So I dust bitches quick and won't even leave 'em no tissues
But now that I see, I cannot unsee
My third eye opened at the ripe age of 20
And from that point, I knew great pain
'Cause I see straight through they brain
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
I was lifting up my enemies
High enough to make them think they actually could injure me
I rip the earth from under them, giving 'em space
So they go behind my back
'Cause they can't say shit to my face
I watched people that I knew turn cold at my progress
And try to find something they could point to for context
Really if you ask me, they ob-sessed
I bet they face turned red the moment they heard the project
I'm making moves you couldn't understand if I explained 'em
My father seen his son in his sins 'cause I retained 'em
So now I'm like a second chance, with the power to contain 'em
And use that flame to burn my name in those who had restrained him
I wear my last name like a badge of war
'Cause coming in last is not what it's for
Bring the history to rich from poor
And tell 'em that we here without knocking on the door
I think it's about time
Put 'em to mimis
I think I just know too much for y'all to just
Keep tryna' play me like I don't know what I know
Put 'em to mimis Bubba
Could be wrong
Feel free to humble me if you like, if you can
It's just a lil' something different about this year man
2023 is our year foo, play the producer tag
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out
If they want me as the villain so bad, why hide it
Tryna' trick me into acting out of character and violent
I acknowledge I was angry about it, why fight it
But the lengths that they went, I just can't justify it
Every word that they spoke, was a trap, mm
Felt similar to living in a maze with the rats
Thinking I was strong enough to carry yo' issues
They would take that and use that against you
Tryna' tell me ain't none of yo family miss you
They think you are the weakest when it ain't nobody with you
No relationship can fix you
So I dust bitches quick and won't even leave 'em no tissues
But now that I see, I cannot unsee
My third eye opened at the ripe age of 20
And from that point, I knew great pain
'Cause I see straight through they brain
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
They count me out, they count me out
I was lifting up my enemies
High enough to make them think they actually could injure me
I rip the earth from under them, giving 'em space
So they go behind my back
'Cause they can't say shit to my face
I watched people that I knew turn cold at my progress
And try to find something they could point to for context
Really if you ask me, they ob-sessed
I bet they face turned red the moment they heard the project
I'm making moves you couldn't understand if I explained 'em
My father seen his son in his sins 'cause I retained 'em
So now I'm like a second chance, with the power to contain 'em
And use that flame to burn my name in those who had restrained him
I wear my last name like a badge of war
'Cause coming in last is not what it's for
Bring the history to rich from poor
And tell 'em that we here without knocking on the door
I think it's about time
Put 'em to mimis
I think I just know too much for y'all to just
Keep tryna' play me like I don't know what I know
Put 'em to mimis Bubba
Could be wrong
Feel free to humble me if you like, if you can
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Writer(s): Sayre Kelly
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