Yeah
Two Hs, man
Haha
Watch me do my thing, yeah
I don’t want you here if it’s drama that you bring
Okay wait, yeah hol’ up
Mmm, watch me do my thing
Yeah, T-Mac on my throwback
Steal my style, fuck a low jack
You can keep it, you can own that
I be snappin’ like a Kodak
When my Jordans kiss my doormat
Welcome home, time to make more raps
You can leave me, you can upgrade
But you can’t reset my format
Ima win after win
Halfway season, playoffs clinched
Made myself, fuckin’ boss
I haven’t been laid off since
I’ve been learnin’ bout my market
I’m a hitman, know my target
I’ve been workin’ behind the scenes
But fuck that, bitch I am the artist
Even though times might be the hardest
Never did I quit with what I started
Gotta stay smart like I am Marcus
Gotta move fast, can’t be lethargic
You don’t wanna ride like you get car sick
I could never work up in an office
How do you do that? Gas tank, loose cap
Ima light this shit up, shit go boom bap
Treat it like it’s boot camp, writin’ like a monster
Comin’ for the bread like I’m walkin’ to the altar
You don’t like me? Oh wow what an honor
You don’t even listen to my motherfuckin’ genre
Don’t believe in me? You’ll get stigmata
I am electric, I’m gonna shock ya
Impossible that I fuck with imposters
Do this til’ I die, no Ima do it longer just like
Wait wait hol’ up, can you let me do my thing?
Yeah wait wait hol’ up, watch me watch me do my thing
Yeah, I don’t want you here if it’s drama that you bring
Okay wait yeah hol’ up, mmm watch my do my thing, yeah
Lots of family question what I do for livin’
Tell ‘em that I’m makin’ music but they do not listen
Bars make me feel free, opposite of prison
Live your fucking life like you do not need permission
I’m forever gonna get it, I am never gonna exit
I’m a random muthafucka, I just do the the unexpected
Product of the first amendment
Do they got a gym in heaven?
God is gonna lift me up, man that muthafucka shredded
Got my dreams up in the sky
But I’m never gonna jet it
Gotta keep up with the times
Social media, I’m present
On the Gram, on the Book
YouTube, and Reddit
Catch your girl sending nudes
She don’t regret it
Man I’m livin’ like I’m livin’
That I’m gonna be written about
Fuck you if you givin’ a doubt, what you bitchin’ about
Ima kick in ur mouth, workin’ at home’s when I’m up in the house
Do not wonder how did I get where I’m at
Not a mystery why bae on my lap
One way on my map, when you pay make it cash
Every dollar counts fuck fees on bankin apps
Wait wait hol’ up, can u let me do my thing?
Yeah wait wait hol’ up, watch me watch me do my thing
Yeah, I don’t want you here if it’s drama that you bring
Okay wait yeah hol’ up, mmm watch my do my thing, yeah
Vegan, but I go ham
Please don’t compare me to no man
My shit slam dunks, you got no jams
You don’t ball you shoot with both hands
It’s a lie when I got no plans
If not busy, I’ll go broke man
Fam be hoping that I’ll make it
Thats why I never lose hope man, ah
Never will I make it on my own own
But I’m independent and I’m grown grown
Think you really know me but you don’t don’t
Gonna kill the king for the throne throne
Better stay away from my road road
If you in the way you getting rolled rolled
No more hiding what I call a soul soul
Always had it, now I let it show show
Gotta go, gotta go
I don’t wanna get old
Lookin’ back at my life
Sayin’ should’ve done more
So I’m up in the lab with a pen and a pad
Or a phone, or my dome puttin’ words in a song
Tellin’ you what I think what is right, what is wrong
When I stopped with the doubt, I was great all along
If you say you be next, I be like really though?
Be afraid when I’m near cause I always steal the show like
Wait, hol’ up
Watch me do my thing
Haha
I don’t want you here if it’s drama that you bring
Okay wait, yeah hol’ up
Mmm, watch me do my thing
Yezzirr
