Letras
We hate on the rich, like we obsessed with being poor
We'd all trade places in a second for our mi amor
The habits that form success, often gon' be a chore
Lot of talking from the bleachers I speak cuz I see the floor
Y'all fighting for clout, resulting in yo arraignment
It's real consequences but for us its entertainment
The value of a man is defined if he seeing cream
I measure people's worth how they grind to achieve dreams
This is hard work they call it talent like I been blessed
Don't claim to be my equal if you ain't been where I been yet
Same energy, when I'm probly good
Humble never cocky when I should be Hollywood
You would thought he on
How he flex bout a song
Ain't drop one project what I call a maticon, hold up
Don't need a click, I rock shows alone
Grab mics say shalom
Spin blocks collect props and bones
From dropping proper poems on mics
My type sound New York corners with a forty and dice
I was raised by Nigerians how I get like this though
They never bumped hip hop introduced and it clicked though
Bored at a party call Vytis to hit the beatbox
It take less than four bars for us to hit the sweet spot
I been nice, it's time for me see M's
And make new friends who ain't content with being degens
Speak eye to eye with some artists I idolize, they in my DM's
And it's more than rap, we friends