(Mr. Mariette) (So it's just brenno) (Verse 1) We making plays and we paving ways to have greater days Who knew the hustle would come to music and paper planes I've come to take my place so make arrangements Need these tulips, daisies, guess y'all more floral I floor em with entertainment Without communication, constant facing interfaces Studio my living space until my crib is spacious Aimed for where Anne Frank had stayed, to the top or at least adjacent And anyone or thing in my way I'm placing em in the basement Since I was shaven face been cutting up like razor blades And I love doing features, but I'd rather make em face to face Them high jump vibes where the bar gets raised and raised And you rewriting your shit until it's great them was my favorite days Been getting hard to focus lately when my head is turned Plus away from the register, I'm not so great at making changes I'm breeding cattle, time to raise the steaks Until the feeling of complacency being replaced by feeling amazing (Hook) Not just fate that I'm winning I'll make my own path Too many snakes in my kitchen I'll cut my own grass We never made it to prison because we hauled ass No more faith in the system that shit is all trash (2x) (Verse 2) All trash, I guess we just not built for an office I remember smoking in my highschool classroom Dreaming bout bigger things than what was in my math books Never making notes but I was always writing mad hooks And then I graduated, knew nobody that related So I made my own path, lost some friends but that was fated And when I’m faded on a week day I realize That I was destined for greatness and with my own eyes I’ve seen the growth I’ve made, we’re slowly taking steps And me and Zig9y ain’t stopping until we running laps Around the competition, no matter what it takes I tied my foot round the gas pedal, not taking breaks Manoeuvre smooth, don’t follow rhythms I make the groove Never been a nerd, study music shit like this summer school Writing bars when I wake until the evening hue Taking care of my lawn and who is passing through (Hook) Not just fate that I'm winning I'll make my own path Too many snakes in my kitchen I'll cut my own grass We never made it to prison because we hauled ass No more faith in the system that shit is all trash (2x)
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