From the bottom of the basement
Not the type to shapeshift
I been way too patient
(on me)
Don't give a damn bout getting famous
Tell me why you hating
Baby play my station
Huh
Don't be getting on my nervesssss, oh no
I just had to wait my turn
Nigga can't tell me shit i know myself
I know my worth uh
Bet i'm gone raise my fist
And flick my wrist up out the dirt uh
Realize we been tied, hella stains up on my shirt
Mountains we gone climb to alleviate this curse
And then we trust fall
Breaking all walls
I'm just searching for a good day
To hang up my balls
And i might just need a new coup
A tie for my suit
Raking in by the beaucoup
Not stuck in a loop
I done seen it all beforeeee, oh oh
And now we busting thru the dooorrr, oh oh oh
I been feelin quite superb, and nothing worse
Momma had three baby boys, i was the first
Giving all my lessons learned, since i was birthed
You could never write me off, so what's the word?
Could never rewrite my liiifeee
Oh no
Cause i been here twiiiceee, oh oh oh
Could never rewrite my liiife
Cause i been here twice
And i play my role
And we bring those vibes
So keep running,
Go faster
Feet hurting,
Don't matta
So keep running,
Go faster
Feet hurting,
Don't matta
I done seen it all beforeeee, oh oh
And now we busting thru the dooorrr, oh oh oh