EID

Woke up from a dream

Now I'm living another one

My brothers on my team

Swear they like my mothers son

Ones who plotted

Against me regret it

Some no longer exist

So we had to dead it

Shit

You let them pick

And they chose us

Cause you froze up

But quick to get ya pose up

For the camera

Old country grammar

So they try and band H

I see the look on their face

It's getting hot in here

As we roll up tropics

Under pressure

From no one

Still open up Logic

Load up the stems

As I drop gems

Look in the mirror

And know I am not them

Alhamdulillah

That's enough motivation

AZ on rotation

Never seen the boys Split

Even if you speak Croatian

Hungry for the truth

Words become a mouthful

Doubtful

Clouds

Surround

The town

Full of clowns

Still their idol

But I get around

And deliver every time

Regardless of the amount

Thots get profound

As they wear fake glasses

GO and AT are my pronouns

Bitch stop asking

And

They making no sound

Even when the music blasting

I retrieve the crown

From myself I'm multi tasking

Quick to grasp it

Left it in the laundry basket

Slow it down even when the boys be fasting

Nah wait nah this ain't Ramadan

I dun need ten milly

Go ahead and add a comma on

Same shit coming for the number one spot boy

I'm the main character Give a fuck about the plot boy

It don't suit me but I'm still getting top boy

I don't dance still repping our block boy

Old school Wayne so i dun been a hot boy

Dyslexic with the pots boy

So I can't stop boy