Letras
VERSE 1:
Hard to really wear my feelings when I’m on these verses
so much pressure to be great not perfect
charity begins at home
My hustle where I learn it
I always felt a little better after church service
something about those tinted windows
always make me nervous
you’ll only see me on the surface
not the curtains
catch me on the east side where
I’m always lurking
Tryna cop myself a mortgage not a Birkin
They paint me out to be the baddie I’m fucking Picasso
The feeling when we hit the lick it feel like the lotto
They tryna act like they was loving me when I was rago
I’m on a different frequency and they changing channel
Wish I graduated and I made my mother proud
But now I’m m hungry and I gotta take another route
I mean another route
only time I tell the truth is when I’m in the booth
HOOK:
I’m on a mission now like I gotta Suttin the prove
I know you tryna get some loving I’m not in ya mood
No I’m not in the mood
Feelings cut with the truth
Gotta do what I gotta do a awwww
I’m on a mission now like I gotta Suttin the prove
I know you tryna get some loving I’m not in ya mood
No I’m not in the mood
Feelings cut with the truth
Gotta do what I gotta do
VERSE 2:
They say the best things in life are free but I’m paying for my sins
I don’t really know where to begin
On your birthday know who’s real by who attends
I been deceived by many girls and many men
This melanin showing the world what I represent
They through me to the jungle
And I built my own tent
Most valuable player
Can’t put me up on no bench
Im peppering people
That took my heart and then left
Lord cover my soul
When I step out
Didn’t take me long I’m on their
Necks now