Verse 1:
Your flow is asinine; my flow is like alkaline. I’m about to kill this beat, sorry judge there is no alibi. I’ve been living for Adonai, on that cross like I’m Allen I. Oh you mad? Huff and puff. Let me hear out your battle cry. Canoeing in the wrong waters, better hope that you paddle right. Better act like you have some senses, and look like you got some sight. I’m D-Bo, you got that bike. You Nemo, I’m trying find some talent in the mess you write. I’ve been grinding up in the night. Losing sleep cuz I’m petrified to not be the very man I’m called to be in this very life. You feel safe, well I can’t comply. I’m fiending to take a bite out this world, check my appetite. Man I feel so unsatisfied. I’m about to make my mark, and I don’t need a John. Pulling bars out the vault, all I need is a tad pole, you can come see the pond. You don’t know me on this flight we on, I am not the one you should be sleeping on.
Chorus:
I been on the low, tryna keep my cold. You know, keep my cool, you know pay my dues. Tryna give y’all time, before I take what’s mine. I’m going out my mind trying to stay in line.
Verse 2:
I’m about to lose my cool, like who took my fridge. I’m a have these rappers looking like they lost a friend. When in all reality they just lost some fans. You was never all that hot, you just lost your fan. I’m up on that ceiling, while you up on your feelings. I’m handling my business, like DBAs on finger tips. I need second opinions. I’m so sick at doing this. Your crew is just some squares on all sides like a rubics is. Twist it and turn it, you can’t shake my composure. I’m holding the juice, living life like a coster. Success is in the scope, you could see by the focus. Nah, with me, success is in the scope (Interscope), I swear it’s universal. I’m aiming for my shot, don’t provide me a holster. I am dividing your shoulders, no need to cry keep emotions up, let em fly and be open. I cannot settle for defeat, you’d be aight as a loafer. I live for GOD, so I’m kosher.
Chorus:
I been on the low, tryna keep my cold. You know, keep my cool, you know pay my dues. Tryna give y’all time, before I take what’s mine. I’m going out my mind, I’m going out my mind.
credits
released October 15, 2020
Writer: Christopher Sivells
Producer: Tone Jonez
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