[Chorus]
Yeah I’ve been grinding for a minute
Cause I never come in second
I’m just tryna find my way up to the top
Niggas always asking if you real, or you not?
I’m like why the fuck it matters
We all dying to the cops
All my niggas taking shots
I ain’t talking New Am
If everybody is an op
Then, I guess I’m shooting
And I know it’s six o clock
But I’m never gonna stop
Until I got everyone bumping to my music, that’s a bop!
[Verse 1]
And it’s really fucking crazy
How these motherfuckers hate me
Cause I’m chasing after dreams and aspirations
While they lately in their feelings
Tryna talk me down, surrender
But I’m latеly hard of hearing
All I see is little kids
Becausе these babies always fear
And get to crying, screaming, shouting
Wait a second, am I veering off the path that I was carving?
Man, my car has shitty steering
In my lane, do not get near me, 'less you trying to die
And if I hop off of a building, I’m just trying to fly
That was morbid, wait a second, let me back it up and ponder
If I’m really with the shits, or if I’m really just a goner
Like Willis, within the sixth sense, honestly been sick since
Before all of this COVID shit, the doctor told me it’s stress
A second opinion, cause I’m really not feeling it
Maybe everything’ll clear up when I’m making some millions
Shined bright, now it’s dim, like I got no more brilliance
And I’m sitting in grass, surrounded by these reptilians
They all tryna slither in, I don’t fuck with Slytherins
Yeah, I’m making magic, Harry Potter’s what I’m bigger than
All I do is bait, I got y’all reeling like a fisherman
The flow is so outrageous, you can’t find out where the river end
My shit is wavy, like I’m wearing durag
Heard people said I ain’t shit, tell these niggas, bro who asked?
Got bitches on my dick, and I ain’t cappin', at full mast
We fucking for forever, crazy how long the wood last
I’m aiming for the future, no surprise when I push past
This beat is going crazy, bumping this shit at full blast
I’m clad in all black, with air forces and wool masks
It’s not a protest when I ask where the good’s at
But wait, let me slow it down for a bit
What I’m really tryna say is that I’m down with the shits
These writtens are my gift, it’s no surprise when I spit
I’m a monster, at it, all y’all crying should quit, and...
I might be the greatest of all time
I might be the greatest-no, I’m lying
Fighting with the clock, while everybody here watch
If you couldn’t tell, I’m saying that I’m running out of time
I be scheming with the rhymes, and every line here has a purpose
All this knowledge I was cursed with, took some time off to rehearse it
Went and finally repurposed, fuck a layoff, now I’m working
Every time I spit a verse, got people saying I’m a wordsmith
This is perfect, but...
[Interlude]
I’m still fucking trying to see
Am I real? Am I fake? Am I lying to me?
Feeling like I’m drowning, throw a line out to me
Am I dreaming or awake? Why am I in the sea?
(no, no)
I’m still fucking trying to see
Am I real? Am I fake? Am I lying to me?
Feeling like I’m drowning, throw a line out to me
Am I dreaming or awake? Why am I in the sea?
[Chorus]
I’ve been grinding for a minute
Cause I never come in second
I’m just tryna find my way up to the top
Niggas always asking if you real, or you not?
I’m like why the fuck it matters
We all dying to the cops
All my niggas taking shots
I ain’t talking New Am
If everybody is an op
Then, I guess I’m shooting
And I know it’s six o clock
But I’m never gonna stop
Until I got everyone bumping to my music, that’s a bop!
(Yeah nigga, that’s a bop)
[Verse 2]
I’m just saying that it’s insane
Now let me it say it from my chest, mane
Cold like Minnesota, but a nigga spits the best flame
Flowing and I’m solid, I’m a shooter, do not test Aang
I ain’t trying to get fame... yeah...
But I’m still living in infamy
You can really catch the static, if you in the vicinity
Now I’m really like Cole or Delsin, if you feeling me
I might go and snatch everything you got in your history
Slaying beats, this a killing spree
I be running shit, literally
That’s the reason that I‘m smoking everybody on a track
I’m just doing shit differently
On my own, making symphonies
Me and Tommy really put the Twin Cities on our back
And I smack a bitch up, these wacks not with us
Light work for my camera, like snapping pictures
I really bring the action, and I’m stacking figures
Other niggas playing Smash Bros, while I’m smashing sisters, yeah...
They say that real recognize real, but like
Who is the nigga in my reflection?
It’s on the tip of my tongue, I shouldn’t get this shit wrong
But for some reason, I stay stressing...
Couldn’t quite make, if I’m real or fake
But it seems, that I have a confession...
I’m feeling like Cell, if you couldn’t quite tell
I’m tearing myself apart to reach perfection
[Chorus]
I’ve been grinding for a minute
Cause I never come in second
I’m just tryna find my way up to the top
Niggas always asking if you real, or you not?
I’m like why the fuck it matters
We all dying to the cops
All my niggas taking shots
I ain’t talking New Am
If everybody is an op
Then, I guess I’m shooting
And I know it’s six o clock
But I’m never gonna stop
Until I got everyone bumping to my music, that’s a bop!
(Yeah nigga, that’s a bop)
[Interlude]
I’m still fucking trying to see
Am I real? Am I fake? Am I lying to me?
Feeling like I’m drowning, throw a line out to me
Am I dreaming or awake? Why am I in the sea?
(no, no)
I’m still fucking trying to see
Am I real? Am I fake? Am I lying to me?
Feeling like I’m drowning, throw a line out to me
Am I dreaming or awake? Why am I in the sea?
