Fuck

Fucking

Aight

I wanna know, I wanna feel

But I don't know how I should feel, though

On tippy toes, I'm walkin' still

I touched the floor and then the ceiling

And you just wanna live your life (Life, life)

Why they tryna tell you? (Uh, yeah)

Why they tryna tell you how?

Skin thick like crocodile

Y'all can't touch me (Mm-mm)

Why it gotta be that way?

Why you gotta be that way?

Life throwin' mad tests right now

You might never see that A

Uh, yeah, things feel bleak when your mind start to feel like a run-down street

How many times did you dream, then real life happened, you ain't leave that place?

I wanted to be good, so I didn't cop

But right now, I really need that eighth

I wanted to be good for my pops

When I'm high, he don't need that face

And growin' up, he was patient 'bout lots

As a kid, you really need that grace

Every day, I get feedback, great

But what happens when it all start contradictin'?

All-star, but I'm not in the Big Ten

Ballpark when I go pop, it depends

All art is taught by the big man

But Hallmark how it's all positioned

Fuck this, if I stopped when I wished then

Would've been far, but not so distant

Thank God for the dog that I listened to

When that 2021 trip kicked in

You don't want nothing from me, yeah, yeah

You just wanna live with style

You don't want nothing from me, yeah, yeah

You just wanna live with style (Style, style)

And you just wanna live your life (Life, life)

Why they tryna tell you? (Uh, yeah)

Why they tryna tell you how?

Skin thick like Crocodile

Y'all can't touch me (Mm-mm)

I paid the toll, I paid the bill

These days of old when was children

Gone and in New York, I know it's cold

The sky is coal, this week in Florida

Trippin' still

Where the fuck this car goin'? I don't know

But I get distracted lookin' at the photos

Past reenacted, Dickie jeans and polos

Bathrooms filled with nicotine and fake carts

Don't pass that, you fuckin' up the roto

I'm on the train, T-Pain and Quasimoto

I used to bump ridin' the 1 goin' to blow dough

I used to cop lots of quarters, never a O, though

But always had a hot aroma, never a low rolled

Now I'm at lil' Frankie's, wine and risotto

The scene a lil' stanky, I still wanna blow dough

I'm all over, my friends is on fuckery

We act the same before and after a buck on me

I told the game suck on me, luckily

Came back out of the ashes still chuckling

You don't want nothing from me, yeah, yeah

You just wanna live with style

You don't want nothing from me, yeah, yeah

You just wanna live with style (Style, style)

And you just wanna live your life (Life, life)

Why they tryna tell you? (Uh, yeah)

Why they tryna tell you how?

Skin thick like Crocodile

Y'all can't touch me (Mm-mm)