Gudda Mane Streetz - Introvert Lyrics

This make me feel like I'm back home in New York
I'm like, how the Hell they ain't gon feel me, We come from the same hood where we was living filthy
I'm talking sleeping with the mice and the roaches We all had dreams but we all felt hopeless
I gotta keep my mind clear and focused I'm paving a way for my people just like Moses
They be hating all the time and I notice I'm sending out roses, that's my condolence
I'm Knocking shit down like I'm bowling, I'm already golden, I'm waiting on my moment
I had to bring the beast out bring the omen they talkin bout competition I don't see opponents
All I see is gimmicks and slogans, rodents, and everybody folding, Yup
Ima different type of breed, cut from a different cloth different type of seed
They plant me in the ground n I grew who woulda knew Gudda Mane that's you
Yeah, Ima vision of my dad, designer all down this a different type of bag
Yeah they hating and they mad that I came up stood tall firm like the grass
Word
Look at them niggas that I passed, Look at em
Those the niggas use to laugh
Now, I got my foot up on they neck, I don't need ya handshake don't want ya respect
I was the youngin they tried to forget and they slandered my name bet you now they resent and regret,
Hit the reset, i soar thru the air like Bird intercept, check, like we playing chess
Been humble too long to myself I'm depressed, yes
I just had to confess, this is my therapy get off of my chest
Ima Diamond in the rough, I ain't wit the fake it to make it and all the bluffs
I'm a introvert no mistaken me for a chump I'm awaken my soul is aching I'm aging but never fading, Who
I'm just striving for the greatness ain't no more coming second, they gotta play this
Underrated they portray us, when you start kicking that shit like back in the day was
Yeah, it's a different type of game, different type of caliber, different type of aim
Hip hop to the core, but what I gotta prove, to who and what for
And why I gotta shop at them stores and wear them shoes, or pull up in them cars
Oh, cause I'm drippin this the wave, shit is just sad we some modern day slaves
This what we gotta do to get paid, they said to be different,and now they throwing shade
I don't kno what to expect, I just want a million dollar house and a jet
I just wanna party on a yacht wit the vets, politic wit Jada bout why he is the best
Gucci mane is my idol, why you think Gudda Mane is my title
Trapping nicks for survival
Always tryna be better than my rivals
Gudda
Hip Hop
Introvert