Lyrics

I don't got bars, I got perspectives I don't make art based on incentives My old gray heart, it never rested Hope when I find peace, my stomach can digest it I only judge me off my metrics 'Cause they'll use their standards to make you die peasant If it don't feel right, I'm quick to dip Check the triceps, bitch, yeah Dues overpaid, but it's made me stronger Your hand's overplayed if you played me formally All of my negative impulsеs, they try to corner me But on thе corner's where I learned the shit I be performin', see The regular is toxic, but I beat the normalcy This fame shit be borin' me I like mami visuals, so she present orally The pussy mean, but her shoulder that I lean on mean more to me Sometimes it get loud, but you could hear the truth from a distance And, no, I ain't too proud But I don't pick and choose, I'm consistent I got my two feet down, work for it, I don't got a wish list Ooh, I'ma keep my distance, I'ma keep my distance Your whole swag is a Ponzi scheme Y'all just follow leads, don't even got a dream How I'm gon' kill it? I dubbed your shit then stepped in this bitch Like I'm Skrillex, y'all can have it when I'm finished Ain't stressin' the little shit While y'all somewhere pretendin' all this mids is piff Used to put the orange peels in that, sell it as tropical haze That's what your favorite rapper did to you that got him some fame Comparin' them to me, stop it, behave Used to judge me 'cause the optics was craze But I found my steez, finally got the room for some oxygen, babe Now sit back, watch me do the impossible, babe Rather stand tall than swim in the main stream If the current's underbelly's made of fake dreams If the objective's be an object in the mirror, then I'll pass 'Cause we all know they usually ain't what they seem 'Cause sometimes it get loud But you could hear the truth from a distance No, I ain't too proud But I don't pick and choose, I'm consistent Got my two feet down, work for it, I don't got a wish list Ooh, I'ma keep my distance, I'ma keep my distance
Writer(s): Marlon Sean Cirker, Connor Chan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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