Haters been wanting this smoke
I’m countin' my blessings, I'm stackin’ my chips I'm dodging the fame, I'm makin' these hits I'm getting these cheques and they makin me rich
The real ones been tryin', the fake gettin gifts
The game is off balance, I’m back on my shit
The Civic is dirty, my Aldos is perrty But that's how I like it, you all on my clit
[Verse 1]
I'm all in my feels, gon say what I say
Some of you won’t feel me, but that is okay Entitled opinions why we here today Siracha Sinatra, I lit it my way
To gain some respect, gotta pay all your dues
I been in the paper, but this isn’t news What good is the come up if it’s just for clout? How good is your run if you runnin’ yo’ mouth?
The next generation is why I can't quit
Drugs and depression replaced dough and whips
Talkin bout puttin that knife to your wrist
I ain’t tryna act like their pain don’t exist
This flow came from J. Cole, that boy got a gift Some of y’all don’t understand just what he did a true pioneer in the age of the solo
No PR, no promo gave dreams to the kids
I watched as my friends who were real good at rapping, and good at producing all gathered to meet
With all of my heroes and legends in training I’m proud of you all it was destined to be
So I’ll never get it, and often regret it when people confuse celebration and props
For something like biting, for hate and dick riding when you’re just excited to see them on top
Excited to see them ascend to the level of some of the ones who are great in my mind
The bar’s being raised every day every minute
Not everyone spitting was destined to rhyme
Not everything’s something, not everyone’s coming with heat that you need at this time in your life But growth is in session, use that as your weapon and pray that your peers don’t feed into the hype
Everyone grows, we’re destined to change I love you new niggas, no two are the same I hope that you make it from every you came But know that the money won't erase the pain
To the OGs, your influence loud You built up this culture, you broke the new ground We studied your cadence, We mirrored your sound I trained with the greats, I'm in training right now
If you don’t feel me, you know what to do Hop on them socials, this ain’t nothin new
And while you be talkin bout who should be rockin
I’ll be busy rockin your favourite venue
[Chorus]
I‘ve been pouring lessons in my cup That shit runneth over on the real Sometimes I just feel like giving up That’s just how it go, just how I feel Foot is on our neck, they got us stuck How the hell are we supposed to heal If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck But if the squad ain’t bout you it ain’t real
