Look, who would’ve thought Collin County could make a rap star
I’m passing milestones like Kyle Larson in nascar
I’ve been making beats since ’17, so you know I’m clean
Never need a nigga’s approval to boost my self esteem
And that’s something most of you niggas can’t talk about
Paved my own path, now I’m just taking the scenic route
Did my own math and taught myself to multiply accounts
So I’m sorry in advance if I start acting out
I make money moves and do this in my spare time
And I’m still better than 90% of you niggas that claim to rhyme
Damn, ain’t that crazy
Developed my own style and my shit so wavy, like
How you expect to change the game when you all sound the same
And you’re sittin’ stuck in traffic tryna drive the same lane
Have some confidence and take a risk
Y’all too quick to bend like paperclips, no belief like atheists
That’s problematic, when it comes to me you know it’s automatic
Got shawty at the crib looking real acrobatic
I got bars that’ll keep your face shocked static
It’s hilarious how quickly haters turn fanatic
Yeah, down to earth but never regular
On your mind like COVID checking your temperature
Dallas rap senator, managing expenditures
Space time reveler, seasoned lyrical predator
(Yeah) you better get your mind ready
‘Cause these next couple bars are rhyme heavy
Jalen’s got all the wack MCs mad sweaty
They can’t compete with me
‘Cause I’m making all the beats that I rap on so easily
The only way to be unique
So influential, everyone around me got a piece of me
Don’t need the credit long as niggas know who really at the peak
You know it’s me
Re-upping my Open Sea
No label controlling me
Doing what I want when I want like royalty
Protect ya neck, and check ya six
All these bars are heaven sent
Boutta throw niggas out the game
Like they missed the rent
Grace period is over, time to move over
For the new nigga that gon’ make the game colder
I’m owning my IP, don’t care if you like me
All I need in life is God, Benjamins, and my wifey
Up front fee is pricey, niggas sweet like HI-C
Never had to compromise integrity that’s not me
Heating up do a climate check
I ain’t even done yet
Boutta move more traffic than Melrose and Sunset
Getting there a matter of time
The type of nigga to live his entire life in his prime, foreal
He said, these chickens don’t come from Kentucky
No fries in the bucket we arrived in a bucket, I know
Also know I’m leaving with something, before I’m leaving with nothing
Mind blown, now we back to construction
Building everything for my children
We gon’ start from the ceiling
I know some people want the smoke, I say I’m ready and willing
I know they really need some hope, and I been dying to fill’em
I want our cups to overflow the hate can die in a river
Not a beginner, I’m colder than winter
Smoking dope oh Lord I know I’m a sinner
Hold off on the judgement, I need the prayer
And send the hate in the form of a check they need to pay up
I told my daughter I’m taking this shot to give her layups
You told your daughter you’re taking these shots to be a player
Goofy as hell
The hardest niggas usually turn out to be the ones that’s frail
And Ooh, I’m off the rail
And Ooh, that’s hard to handle
And I noticed the shadows wouldn’t exist without the light
Just like these battles wouldn’t exist if I ain’t fight
But you get it right?
Yeah (ay) you get it right, right?
Yeah, down to earth but never regular
On your mind like COVID checking your temperature
Dallas rap senator, managing expenditures
Space time reveler, seasoned lyrical predator
It’s been a long time coming
Don’t know where I’m going
But I know I ain’t done yet
And if you’re on the aux play that one more time
‘Cause you know that shit knock uh huh yeah (hey)
It’s been a long time coming
Don’t know where I’m going
But I know I ain’t done yet
And if you’re on the aux play that one more time
‘Cause you know that shit knock uh huh yeah (ah, ah, ah)
