SONGS ABOUT YOU

(الألبوم: INDUSTRY GAMES - 2020)

Look, listen
I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool
Diddy introduced me as best of the new school
I'm not too shabby for an Alabama bitch
Fuck getting rich
I got respect from heavy hitters and did it without a disc
And now I, came to deliver
I'm off of Twitter
And in your speakers we gon' see who really fucking with her
Man I can't wait to see the jaws drop
Collectively when these songs drop
Notorious with the artpop, one hell of a picture
And I know, ain't got no hourglass figure
But I can get smaller while my pockets getting bigger
They worried 'bout me and not who out with they nigga
They break they own heart and now they winding up bitter
And now they start projecting all they clouds on me
I guess it's fine to let 'em take it out on me
Y'all do what you do, yeah
'Cause I guess I write these songs about you ('Cause I guess I write these songs about you)
Do-do-do, do

And I'm having the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care
Yeah-yeah, look
And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air
The air, oh
Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they taking me there
Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk
Yeah, that seems fair

Look, listen
I ain't no average nigga, the pick of a litter
I'd sooner have a hit, if my ass was a little bit bigger
Sat back and watching
Plotting ways I can come and obliterate the whole game
These bitches think that I'm playing
These bitches think that I'm playing
They doing shit I ain't fonda, it's like my name isn't Jane
I'm 22 making money, I feel too blessed to complain
But I'm much better than the next man
I'm married to the game, and I swear God has been the best, man
I sound to fucking pressed, man
Let's backtrack
The accolades, I have that
The pressure fucking stacked, at the weight of a gravel backpack
And shit I wrote a month ago, outdated just like snapbacks
And Seven told me if I want that body, I can snapback
And gone attack rap and hit 'em so hard
They wonder what happened
No capping, hoes lacking
I said it, what's crackin'?
I set the precedent, at this point I'm your president
Now, how you sick as me but come and function as the medecine?
Say lightbulb, no Edison
I fought hard, they let us in
Competitive, I knock these bitches lights out like a sedative
Your fave got hella hits
But come in sixth for writers credited
My lyrics come embedded
I breathe and these niggas sweating
Your favorite rapper no better, his favorite rapper OG (OG)
My favorite rapper my brother, his favorite rapper is me
You pay to get in and see us
We paid and get in for free
Bitch, I prayed on each of my visions
Now everybody gon' see

That I'm having the time of my life, you gotta pay me to care
Yeah-yeah, look
And I anticipated this flight and now I'm up in the air
The air, oh
Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights and now they taking me there
Mmm, just let them talk, talk, talk
Yeah, that seems fair

Say my intensity impractical
My pen is tactical
Yeah, I'm the actual
I smack fire out these lists, like "Bitch, be rational"
Professional truth-teller
When I'm in the booth, I can make the roof swell up
Top blown, no sloppy
What I own, no copies exist
They put that ice on they wrists
I put that fire in these hits
I put my trust in my God
I'm not gon' fight with no bitch
I'm not gon' argue no more
Already know what it is
I'm the better option
A problem to coexist
I been quietly getting tight, at this shit
When I quit growing, I'll get tire of this shit
When they start caring 'bout the likes and the clicks
When they stop riding on dicks
That's when I'll rise in that conversation like
I'm in your lady friends thighs
Apologize if I'm talking shit, I earned it
This industry shit, I kept low and learned it
I claimed it then I affirmed
My losses was always worth it
My genius they never heard it
My billboard a conversation
My come up was picture perfect