Letras
Dotting my I's, even crossing my letter T's
Understand the fact was a local celebrity
Now they're hitting my jack 'cause they wanna know remedy
Never forcing the pack, fuck it, brodie, just let it (yeah)
I was raised to graduate and end up in cubicle
Nigga said I changed, but ain't that the point, they delusional
Said we went to high school, I never seen you, bruh, who is you?
Hit the spot with wifey, the waitress gives us the usual
Brodie moves with grace, probably end up top three
Tryna copy-paste, but these niggas not me
Keep it G, I was in the mud like last year
Keys open doors when I let go past fears
Probably really thought he a failure (uh)
Now the suits only getting tailored (uh)
Probably getting tours from the sales clerk (uh)
Damn, I'm in my bag, probably Telfar
The underdog just really turned to the top dog
Story never told, and I told my niggas, "I got y'all"