[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Runnin' through my options, like it's FNL
Once I find the pocket then I'm toppin' all your record sales
Don't hit me with no LOL's
I told you that I'd separate myself if you don't check yourself
You don't see me laughin', do you?
Ain't no plan B, I have to do this
Every piece is calculated, there's no passive movements
I'm seeing streams from South Africa to Chattanooga
And I might sell out all the tickets if I'm down in Houston
But I'm still the same Oklahoma problem child
Still layin' bricks, but hey we buildin' this on solid ground
Still broken-hearted, I don't trust a girl with auburn eyes
Still poppin' off on people's Spotify's, I will not apologize
Still have yet to figure out my place in this
Walkin' out of rooms with pop artists after makin' hits
Uh, rap is not my culture, I'm a guest in this
But best believe I sweat, cried and bled for this
That's why I gotta prove it to me, still tryna prove it to me
Teacher said I made it, I got pictures when you Googling me
But that don't quench the fire that's gon' soon to be consuming in me
God opens doors, but how do I know He walks through them with me?
2022, and I turned 20 and that's terrifying
King Leonidas, bet this year might get scary violent
Always been outnumbered, I just never really cared about it
People buyin' numbers, but can't verify it
Coop drop, they're very quiet–
Shhhhh
[Interlude]
Haha, oh, that's what we're doing?
Graham, throw that tag in there, let 'em know what's up
100graham
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Ten fans in like tenth grade
They was all fam and a few friends
And with new songs, came new friends
And then we grew the brand, and then Young Brand
Was like, "Coop, man, I think you the man"
I got future plans to be the new stamp
I'm like, "Shoot, yeah", then he turned me loose, man
I said, "Get out the way of my destiny"
Don't like the way you addressin' me
I'm steamin' no wonder they pressin' me
Demons they hate my trajectory
Swear every album I triple in size
I got random numbers hittin' my line
Think it's maybe time to switch up my phone
Gotta get free from these digital ties
Gotta stop takin' up Twitter's advice
All the comparisons got me afraid
Twenty of age on the day that this dropped
And I'm feelin' like I got a foot in the grave
Mama gon' hand me balloons and a cake
I'm blowin' candles and wishin' for change
I got this talent and I know it came from the Heavens
So I gotta turn it to praise
February been the birth of the greats
Circa the Earth in the earliest days
This is the birth of a brand new age
No takin' off and no personal days
You think you ready, you certainly ain't
I got the drive and I'm furious
Promise that this here ain't got no reverse and no brakes
Hold on one second, they servin' the plates
[Outro]
Happy birthday to you!
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