Текст песни
I almost stuck to the script that these niggas wrote for me
Can't trick myself outta spots, I had to circle the lot
They tried to give up on Thom, I guess they lost hope for me
But it was written from God, my life is biblical plots
Lost some friends who I thought was homies
Lost some drive cuz the road that I was on started potholing
Took a year for me to get back to the love for it
Now I'm filling up hard drives, need more storage
Transitions got me contemplating everything
These thoughts that's in my mind keep racing, can't regulate em
Nine to five, getting steady payments
Checked my 401K but I can't withdraw all the funds I'm making
29 this year, let's make it a fine year
I'm Webster's with it, I'm tryna define my mindset
I trust my product, reminders of what my mom said
Time is precious, I'll use it the best that I can
Aim for the stars but I know that my dreams are flight risks
New angles that I'm taking, I'm brushing off all the slight shit
Gassed to electrify em, compare my make to a hybrid
Ganna walking with me, she guiding me when to side step
Ty, it's Ganna
I wanna know what time you coming in so I can.be, uh, looking out for you
Gimme a call when you get this message
Broken dials, why the time skipping?
Feels like every time I shine, they try to knock me down like light fixtures
Female dogs, these niggas type bitching
Seems like every time I grow, they can't accept that it's a height difference
Absent thoughts, I got his mind missing
The signs shifting back to me, I'm in my elevated prime living
Made it work from things that I'm giving
My foresight is a gift, they couldn't catch it in they line of vision
Ring shopping, house moving, setting up the future
Plans are coming sooner, Malcolm Kelly couldn't help me thru it
Was never nervous, getting used to it
Blink my eyes five times, looking back at life and flew thru it
I think I'm scared of progression cuz every second matters
Can't afford a misstep, my fear is slipping down the ladder
What if I can't recover? What if I missed my chance?
Overthinking for no reason, leave it all in God's hands
Man plans and He laughs, calves hurt from victory laps
Took a year but we back, knew I would hit a relapse
Backhand we keep slaps, no I do not need your claps
Filling every gap, this where I wanna be at