Letras
Low-key, it's still fuck y'all, what's up next for me?
Still upset and obsessed with success stories
And bad ones in sundresses undress for me
Sun-kissed with a just-friends story
Till it's one less homie
I can see the demons, believe me
I was so naive, couldn't see them beneath me
I was so naive, they were eager to meet me
But keep up, this is what it looks like when God's intervening
Checking me, they try to put the pressure on me
Leave 'em second-guessing everything they ever questioned of me
Every single session goes exceptionally
Either that or it's my very best and everything ever expected of me
They can't hold a candle to me, still they gotta hand it to me
There's no comparison if you ever compare 'em to me
That shit's embarrassing and Harris told me
Not to even let 'em touch the territory, swear it, homie, yeah
I can't miss, I'm on a hot streak
Michael Jackson on a pop beat
Chef Curry when the shot deep
Alicia Keys like she got me, yeah
I've been the one with the motor mouth on a track
In the front, never holding out on the path
Tear 'em up and get thrown around in the back
Don't ever push it, not knowing how it reacts
I don't know too much, but less is more for most of us
That's why I'd rather fill the bag without too many close to us
Keep it one hundred 'cause somebody gotta
These motherfuckers moving like they running through water
Another track is just another reminder
Of how far we've really come and still I wanna come harder
One of a kind and it's kind of a problem
And hard to resolve around people still succumbing to karma
Stars get larger, evolve into stardom
I'm always watching them, there's something about 'em
And we got that in common
Steady aim on the target and I'm moving in on it
I'm just moving in on it
Low-key, it's still fuck y'all, what's up next for me?
Still upset and obsessed with success stories
And bad ones in sundresses undress for me