[Verse 1]
Call up ya local DJ and tell ‘em this one's one for the family
Tell ‘em to spin it I'm tryna spend a couple racks for my fam to eat
I got a little older learned that God ain't always do what I planned for me
But I done spent too much on fake relationships I need me my damn receipt
I ain't got posted to blogs, I ain't got closer to y'all
The past couple months I been working my ass off just so I can finally go ghost when you call
But I ain't gon’ boast over y'all, I ain't gon’ boast over y'all, shit I still work at the mall
But trust I'm gon’ toast when you gone, and trust I'm gon’ blow with my squad, ‘cause really I know that we on!

[Hook]
I dropped a couple projects truth is they ain't really pop like I thought they would
But failure is failure I learned my lesson and got back to the drawing board
I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board
I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board

[Verse 2]
I really thought I popped last year
But only two songs in, already topped last year
I've grown a lot, shit I'm finna grow a lot that's clear
I'm 17, they don't believe I got a lot less years
But I'm still, working hard finna do whatever I gotta do
I'm climbing to the top, I'm hurdling over obstacles
These rappers acting funny, respect me like I'm your father dude
Sonned most these local rappers and they acting like they prodigals
But I'm laughing too told ‘em meet me on the avenue
Get back to you quit standing there in awe & get to clapping fool
I'm asking you if you ain't with the team then quit the acting too
I'm liable to spazz if you think your opinions valuable
But don't be ringing if I see ya number then I'm blacking your call
You talking back you better punt that shit act like your ass is a ball

[Hook]
I dropped a couple projects truth is they ain't really pop like I thought they would
But failure is failure I learned my lesson and got back to the drawing board
I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board
I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board

[Bridge]
That’s my drawing board, what
That’s my drawing board, what
That’s my drawing board, what
That’s my drawing board, what
That’s my drawing board, what
That’s my drawing board, what, what
That’s my drawing board, what
I ain’t feeling what you’re feeling, we ain’t on the same road, nah

[Verse 3]
It’s probably been a year since I last stepped foot in a church
If I did I might panic
You know if I liked being judged I’d be more clear ‘bout my career
And tell all of my teachers what my life plan is
I’m done being frantic, I’m done giving help
Got too many that’s relying on me, it’s bad for my health
Bad for myself, to be honest, I ain’t feeling that well
Got too many people around me, who’s sincere, I can’t tell
But, ain’t nobody gonna get ‘tween my priorities
I’m cordially cutting off anybody who’s ignoring me
I’m flooring it to get to the finish line
I’m breaking through the wire and forgetting what’s on my mind
I been moving too fast to cross a “t” or dot an “i”
So now I got a whole lot of L’s, I should take my time
But now I got a whole lot for sale and I’m getting mines
And I done turned the world to my canvas, ain’t hit my prime
I pray I never hit my prime, I’m better off dying
Music’s all I got ‘fore I’m stuck in a 9-5
Working retail for the rest of my life, and I ain’t lying
Bitch I’m flying, the last time you heard me like this
Think I was floating over everyone who said I wasn’t shit
And said I wouldn’t be shit, this time next year
I swear you won’t believe it, I’m really feeling myself
I had to take the scenic, there’s really no other route
To get to where the green is, no matter what, I’m in bounds
And we ain’t even playing the same game
They say my name once and that’s enough to make me go crazy
I’m kinda over anybody saying anything about me
Round ‘em all up and have ‘em kneeling at the crown, we
Built our own kingdom with this shit, not a single ceiling for the kid
Your people on my line I plead the fifth
I’m obviously in my own city, that’s a given
’Til I’m landing in L.A. and I’m reading my own epic

[Bridge]
That’s my drawing board, what
That’s my drawing board, what, what, what
That’s my drawing board, what
I ain’t feeling what you’re feeling, we ain’t on the same road, bitch