[ Featuring Father Nature ]
I came through with a big baggie, ever since she call me daddy
If you ask me what think, I'll look right at you, say get at me
Then get back to what I'm after, boy I'm building up this castle
Brick by brick, I flip the script, then I drop that girl my addy
Yeah you ever want something so bad you'll harm yourself to get it
Well I been on my grind so long, I almost lost the vision
When your battling yourself, you're your own damn opposition
So when the question come around, I say f*ck no man I'm not quitting
I got dope bars, I got that loud shit
I've come so far, not stopping now, shit
I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick
I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit
I got dope bars, I got that loud shit
I've come so far, not stopping now, shit
I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick
I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit
Yeah I got dope bars like Russell said
I spoke for the bread, with the mind of Mozart
Keep my composure focused and fed
Better call the Coastguard, kinda feel like I been close to the edge
Light up a bowl, and smoke an L, take that smoke to the head
I got a cold heart, I told em don't start
I know I broke hearts, but those marks
Flow with no heart, and don't want no parts
These loan sharks, think they so smart
For real they can't create they own art
All bite and no bark, that's why they poach ours
I'm feeling so large in a cast of co-stars
No Tony Starks, only amateurs who act like Bogarts
I know my part, the commander running the map and flow chart
Never rap a low part, it's sink or swim they lack the sonar
I got dope bars, I got that loud shit
I've come so far, not stopping now, shit
I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick
I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit
I got dope bars, I got that loud shit
I've come so far, not stopping now, shit
I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick
I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit
Aye I'm dope, better call the dealer
I feel like Michael Jackson cuz my life a thriller
The labels want to trap my soul, Bryson Tiller
All this fake shit make me realer
Cool, but in the booth I'm a f*cking killer
It's body after body, make em all remember
I'm cold as winter, January, all December
They paying me to talk like a call center
Yeah, so I'm back on my shit
Am I Saint Nick, wrapping the gifts, stacking the chips
Forgive and forget you actually quit
Give am a hit, bar after bar, no radio shit
Funded myself, making it flip
It is what it is, they hate that I'm lit
Hit the studio again, then take me a trip
But I'm barely taking breaks
My mama made me great
The struggle made me hustle
I had to make it shake
I got dope bars, I got that loud shit
I've come so far, not stopping now, shit
I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick
I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit
I got dope bars, I got that loud shit
I've come so far, not stopping now, shit
I got a sweet mix, it punch a loud kick
I'm in the weeds, shit, I'm blowing loud shit
