[Verse: Mavi]
I don't got the privilege of not being a genius
Or the innocence to cross me into preaching
Or charisma to convince me I don't need it
My n***a, I don't be enough enough
‘I be’, ‘I be’, ‘I be’, ‘I be’, ‘I be’, ‘I be’, ‘I be’, Mavi a I be machine
Sloppy hobby hard lines presented been carving my dreams
Mirror hidden 'cause analyzing paralyzing
Clogged up and scandalizing, clear the nozzle
Bossed up, hear your knock and ain’t acknowledge
Man ride I’m standing by him
Dirty like the sand in the Carolinas
Stolen like the land that we vandalizing
Landslide victory grilling these liars
Your squad stay bickering
My n***as made men you nothing like us
Leaf getting heated and broke up
The fee getting yoked up
The heart cold, heat got the bulk dumped
Least I was owed bruh
The lease is now over
I don't hold no interest in leaps after convenience because
I don't have the privilege of not being a genius
And my n***a stop playing 'cause you don’t either
The kids is hearing shit that you saying, you over speakers
My shit a crack a critic like grin on the Mona Lisa
Fit for the post-hip-hop poaching the most
Poke the sleeping bear if you need me
I’m aware I spent Ayer on the deep end
But I Built
My
Name...
[Outro: "There Must Be Something" by Friday Saturday & Sunday]