Sugar Fish

Only time I'm ever cappin's when the show sell out Most of y'all could not imagine being a ghost to clout Not respected or connected when the modems down And quick to form to clowns when the hoes around, but me? I'm pennywise, smart with all the money coming in From the gutter, built it brick by fuckin' brick I got calluses to prove it, I been heavy lifting Revealing what was meant to happen, its already written She let me hit it to my songs while she sing along My exes all got someone new, but we still involved Can't wait to text 'em all the news when I hit the charts No response to "congratulations!", 'cause they missed the mark Now it's meetings for releases up at sugar fish Casted out the catalog, should peep the streams I'm pulling in Don't compare me, I am what you coulda, shoulda, woulda did Claiming you get slept on, but your catalog is full of shit It's not a gift, had to get it on my own terms I designed the blueprint, studied, did the homework Built the foundation off belief and my own worth Invested in myself and watched the money hit the growth spurt On top of that, I'm no longer who she been avoiding 200 texts sent in a row on how her friend will join in She roll with Wilhelmina models, I got several choices One going down, the other one rubbing essential oils On my neck, that's my vice, The dread growing on me This shit come with lessons, have you question life Less advice from the people who been blocking doors Thankful for what I got but respectfully wanting more Kinda sore, battered by the wave I made, I wash ashore To find out they been staking claim in lanes i paved, my heart is torn Do I bypass it, knowing they'll get stuck in traffic Or should I just catch 'em in it, clear the air of all the static I don't know, damn it's hard to reason with with the mirror A lot of my creation's what I'm seeing in my peers I got hits after hits, I should hit 'em with the combos Product that they mimic, I'll be giving to the compost God knows, I credit myself and not a higher power God knows, that she fucking with me Hoping that I write a song about her, and he's probably right too 'Cause I'm just getting starting, ain't no telling what I might do (Ain't no telling what I might do) (Ain't no telling what I might do) (Yeah, yeah) (What I might do)