Smoking Gun

When I wake up an question and seem sure of myself

Then I look into the mirror and see somebody else

But its shadows of what could be held by more than a belt

But its gucci from the store a **** never owned before

Inshallah I got the finest one beside me doing chores

I help around the house im only joking bout before

Im better than all them folks over

The opp side stopped popping out like a broke toaster

Last time my ex saw me was on a show poster

Laughed enough for everyone tell em the jokes over

The friends retired

Im not even shocked when bullshit seems to finds ya

Many red flags blood pressure should remind ya

You getting on my nerves I hope I meet nobody like ya

You a prototype and not my type

If sparks will fly im quick to putting out the fire

Putting up with nothing from **** I know as liars

Put my all in something and hoping to raise higher

Bread gets shared with my **** and empires, combating inflation

Build imaginations, If I think I should live it

Many different stages, yeah

The only one, face to the sun

The smoking gun, bass to the drum

The only one, face to the sun

The smoking gun, bass to the drum

Double down on peer pressure though beyond all means

How you hate the youth but run around in three quarter jeans

And you bought some silver chains tryna fit in with teens

This is not the person younger you they saw in they dreams

The odds killing me

Yall dont award ability, reward marketability

Dont tell me that is a art, my **** that is a job religiously

Use to make the songs and have to figure if they feeling me

Now I can't name a painter thats as real as me

This a Picasso'bateli la Nyoga Gogh in the van

I'm on the road show up heavy like "lemme hold on a grand"

I had a moment with fans after my show in the stands

I share values to uphold on microphones with a plan

The only one, face to the sun

The smoking gun, bass to the drum

The only one, face to the sun

The smoking gun, bass to the drum

The only one, face to the sun

The smoking gun, bass to the drum

The only one, face to the sun

The smoking gun, bass to the drum