Better Tell Em
Ay, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Look, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Look, everybody coming out of pocket
Check my time, better watch it, isolate
Then I launch it up, wipe my slate, then I lock it up
Use to retreat but we bossing up
Come find a seat in the office of
Point, make fun, then they laugh at us
Never finished college, no bachelors
Please stay true cause they acting up
Hold that down, gotta ratchet up
Write down goals but I pass them up
Got that soul with a rappers touch
Rose out the mud, but it's back to dust
Behind my back, I don't lend my trust
Over that hill with them fancy guns
You ain't got heart, you ain't man enough
Ay, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Look, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
I don't wanna miss this topic
Everything I need, I got it
Thanks to my God, he watching
Teaching a lesson, get taught it
Food for the soul, we want it
Fourth in a mile, you punt it
Fourth in a mile, we running
Can't convert, but we done it ay
Hunger grip my stomach
Giving me the drive to survive
In the deep end, I'd take a dive
Up real late, but I feel alive
Love my wife, get lost in her eyes
JayHouse beats, I'd die for the guy
If the truth was a crime, I'd still speak mine
Lose yourself in a thought gold mine
Ay, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Look, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Further From Nowhere
It's Logue, yeah
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Look, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Look, everybody coming out of pocket
Check my time, better watch it, isolate
Then I launch it up, wipe my slate, then I lock it up
Use to retreat but we bossing up
Come find a seat in the office of
Point, make fun, then they laugh at us
Never finished college, no bachelors
Please stay true cause they acting up
Hold that down, gotta ratchet up
Write down goals but I pass them up
Got that soul with a rappers touch
Rose out the mud, but it's back to dust
Behind my back, I don't lend my trust
Over that hill with them fancy guns
You ain't got heart, you ain't man enough
Ay, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Look, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
I don't wanna miss this topic
Everything I need, I got it
Thanks to my God, he watching
Teaching a lesson, get taught it
Food for the soul, we want it
Fourth in a mile, you punt it
Fourth in a mile, we running
Can't convert, but we done it ay
Hunger grip my stomach
Giving me the drive to survive
In the deep end, I'd take a dive
Up real late, but I feel alive
Love my wife, get lost in her eyes
JayHouse beats, I'd die for the guy
If the truth was a crime, I'd still speak mine
Lose yourself in a thought gold mine
Ay, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Look, somebody better tell em
I'm focused up in heaven I'm never out of leverage
I've been real since zero-seven, Born in ninety-three
Raised on vintage, Lion King
Your talking make me nauseous
Cause it doesn't mean a thing
Further From Nowhere
It's Logue, yeah
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Writer(s): Christian Metzger
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