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After a good night's rest,
Can't stress, getting dressed in my Sunday's best
Ain't trying to flex, I confess
I'm coming clean like I left a mess
Yes
I've been living life more and people's been addressing less
Tuned in to other rappers, I'm unimpressed
Skipping they songs, I'm pressing next
No offense, but what happened to the type of songs that get your heart pumping through your chest?
You want your heart pumping, pumpkin?
Well, I got more songs coming
And for em, you owe me nothing,
Slimothy always talking, must always be thinking he something
With lyrics and flows that could get the whole place bumpin
Jumpin
And on top of that, no cussing
Type of songs you could sing to your mother and your baby cousins
All praise to the Father, it ain't no one above him
Chasing perfection, but ain't no rushing it
And none of us is catching it
When it comes to music can't lie I be getting passionate
Life's just been immaculate
Money, I been racking it,
And I make sure I do my charity
Pray to God for clarity
They wanna be like Slimothy, but it ain't no comparing me
Tryna be me, might as well have been a parody
I see all the fake love and hate, but I ain't caring
Must be something on my face, how people keep staring
They don't think that I can win, I tell them keep daring me
After a good night's rest
Can't stress, getting dressed in my Sunday's best
Ain't trying to flex, I confess
I'm coming clean like I left a mess
Yes
I been living life more and people's been addressing less
Tuned in to other rappers, I'm unimpressed
Skipping they songs, I'm pressing next
No offense, but what happened to the type of songs that get your heart pumping through your chest?
You want your heart pumping, pumpkin?
Well I got more songs coming
And I don't ever mean to do it to em
I ain't a mean dude, might seem I'm being rude to em