Uh
Yeah
Can you turn my vocals down a little bit?
Alright

[Verse 1]
History
10 years old
Told my best friend I will be known internationally
He laughed at me like, "You and your damn audacity!"
Then Charlie called my phone like, "Homie, get back to me."
Shit, "How you feel man?"
"I feel good, but I feel bad for whoever's going right after me."
Like, he made an indent
Every piece still a queen on a vignette
I don't need to be brief, keep it in-depth
Usually kinda mean, kinda intense
All of the hate they be giving me is jealousy, I get it together and treat like a bench press
Get it off of me I don't ever want to complain every day waking up to a queen in a king bed
She is a princess
Greet me in fishnets
Reek of the incense (whoa whoa)
Please be a shithead
Speak like the big men
We give a chin-check (whoa whoa)
You came to brawl
I'm straight appalled
I ain't involved
Your brain is small
Like a seed that is in bread
Kinda like the seed of an inbred
Me at the Big Ben
I be in London
Probably acting stupid
You let the fame dictate you
I'm barley attaching to it
Shit, you go home and you start acting Hollywood
I go to Hollywood they tell me that I act too Massachusetts
Guard my back for me
Start to shadow me
I am the art in gallery
I am the star and galaxy (uh)
Heart don't pass a beat
So much energy
Last time I charged a battery I got charged with battery (uh)
New mentors, new lawyers, new merchandise (uh)
My room clean, that's the only thing I can organise (uh)
I'm into techs, expensive clothes and foreign wives
The same shit make mama feel mortified make me feel fortified like
It's all good, my job good, do the job right
Bunch of free clothes, but most of them are not fly
It's all love, I salute you if you 'bout the grind
Got a sponsor, from Honda and I still don't fucking know how to drive like
Only reason they leave me they assume I'll miss 'em
Until they realise I don't even notice
Leaving me is like you leaving Moses
It's like you living up in heaven get a three-day notice
To forget me you gon' need hypnosis
LSD and twenty therapy consultants
Man you know it (ay!)
Little boy lay in bed
Million dollar conversations with a couple label-heads
Independent but a couple contracts that I painted red
Situations were hairy enough to fucking braid my head
Uh, Uh
Don't make me take your head
Shit if I run out of bullets, know that I got bayonets
Couple people mad that I be talking 'bout them
You was struggling before now you live in my music without paying rent
Yeah
You should thank me
You're welcome
If they need help, I helped them
I give my voice
I give my heart
I give a fuck?
Mm, that's seldom
Hold up I remember being in the seventh grade and I was working with a homie on a presentation
Telling my mama I'mma get this A but I'm doing it for you I know my destination
I got no plan B, I never renovated
Looking at me I'm either dead or dedicated
Talking about me every day
Just say and tell me either show or a venue [???]
Treat your words like my girl with a taser
Don't be shocked when I hold it against you
Yeah
Mom from Jersey, like soccer-tees
She Socrates
She molding me like Plato
I'm play-doh
This philosophy: word-play
Not a job to me
Like, honestly
In the bathroom just wondering if she love me, or the thought of me
Then I walk out cause she calling me
I'm trying to live in the moment
Stop
I get holy thoughts
Better hold that thought just to hold that thot
Like Oh My God
It is a blessing I came
London show tomorrow
It sold out in less than a day
They like, "I'm proud of you!"
"You getting money from music!"
Don't be proud of that, be proud of what brought me to it
That's self-belief, persistence
That's dedication, that's vision
That's, "Oh, they don't think I got it."
That's, "Fuck 'em all I'ma get it."
I don't believe in luck
Or an out of reach wish
And I don't believe in hate
I believe in a jealous, weak bitch
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Yo I'm not done, Yo Charlie I'm not done
Let me get another one
Can you turn that up a little, is that possible? Its a little low in my headphones. As loud as it can get really

[Verse 2]

Who's here for the highs, who's here for the lows
Yeah, Yeah
What I think about when I'm all alone
Yeah, Yeah
I meet everyone but who do I know
Yeah, Yeah

Backstage at the venue, twenty people in front of me
Who's here for me? And who's here just because of me
Sometimes this shit fuck with me
Then I think of my grandma like fuck yall, Imma worry 'bout what matters to me @ em
I went from being that bad kid you were telling off
To telling everyone about me like we went to school together yall
I went from being called up by the intercom
To inner circle then internet then Interscope I was in a shock, ooh
But I'm on my own lane, ooh
And you ought to obey, ooh
I do not condone hate, ooh
Give me props like role play, ooh
I'm on the road say, almost all day, stopping no way
Not even if I was in Guantanamo Bay
Locked the closed gates, not to locate, ooh
I thought my own name, and bought my domain
I'm always home late, you thought I'd go take
Off the whole day, you lost your own brain
Or on some cocaine, I'm hot? you dont say
I got the whole thing, Givenchy Balmain, Vuitton and Dolce
I'm hard you don't say
I got the whole thing, the Domino way
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, Yeah
Take a pic, take a pic, now I know
Yeah, Yeah
Out of sight, out of mind, out of hopes
Yeah, Yeah
Currently, let me tell you how it goes, look
When the name get bigger, the chain get bigger
That's the only reason my jeweler shares my shit
When the brand get bigger, the fam get bigger
That's the only reason third cousins exist
When the show get crowded, my phone get crowded
That's the only reason I'm on airplane mode
Cuz once success gets started, friends get blurry
That's the only reason we don't kick it no more, ahh
Ay, read it and weep
Please quit it, cheesy isn't me lyrically no
I'm up now, you can't belittle me
Back when I was thirteen you couldn't be little me, uh
Art of attraction, I just say it first
I did that 'fake it till you make it' shit, it came and worked
Rapped about it then I watched my life imitate my verse
I manipulate life like I manipulate words, look
I diss a peer then disappear
They're at a quit cuz they're adequate
I've lost my innocence in a sense
Cuz I'm no pacifist if I pass a fist
You want a fan to seize your fantasies
But to illustrate isn't your illest trait
Your music never blast for me, that's blasphemy
And if you dissin' a great, you gonna disintegrate
Get burned, Kid's a wordsmith
My hand just follow my heart
Kids of my generation today afraid to be smart
My seventh grade teacher told me hip-hop is not art
And now he don't check the attendance for me, he check the charts see
See, they gon' throw flack around this kid but whats a pointless rap if it makes my mom proud as shit
Huh? You don't gotta brag about that shit
But whats unnecessary about it if it inspires a thousand kids
Huh?
I am just doing my oldest wish
I am just doing the best that a kid could do whenever he's tryna grow in this
Momma she used to be making sure I wasn't talking to strangers when I would just go into school and now she makin sure I am not talking to industry weirdos who givin advice as if I didn't already know that shit
But I know that shit, And I have it now
You either mad or proud
Yeah, my blessings will never be to vast to count and
This for the old friend, look who the fuck is international now
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