BE DEAD CALM

Okay

I hit the 50 yard dash

I had to tell em my name

I had to make my own way

I had to count up the stars

Counting the money

I'd make it all pay

I had to count it my way

I had my head in the clouds

I had to make my own lane

Okay, Okay

Maybe I'll throw it up

Okay, Okay

Cartier wallet that carries the weight

Revival the jeans, my spirit okay

My body in seats, cathedral by name

We keepin' a real one, a real pokerface

I'm looking for chances I'm looking for faith

Ennio baby, so happy to say

Rock like my heart, real like the rock

Babe

Maybe we'll be okay

Okay, Okay

Fucking like crazy

Maybe I'll end somewhere in a ditch

American spirit, but killer like kin

Real like the rock, brown like my skin

Mexican baby but how real is the seed?

Call on me baby, how real is what you see?

All of my shorties here fall in between

This is the season, y'all waiting to see

Nobody else going harder than me

I do this shit sober, just wait and you'll see

Once I hit spirit, I'm beatin' the beat

I'm a rockstar, the haters mean nothing me

This is the season, y'all waiting to see

Line up

Line up

I hit the 50 yard dash

I had to tell em

I hit the 50 yard dash

I had to tell em

I hit the 50 yard dash

I had to tell em

I hit the 50 yard dash

I had to tell em