Whatever the Means

Can't do this alone, for real

Like, check

Interview room at the BBC

Got me thanking the Lord for the things I've achieved

Bread on my mind and I don't mean berky

I listen to beats when I'm brushing my teeth

She know my face, she saw ten on the FYP

**** like me got a million dreams

So I need me a milli, whatever the means

Tryna move mum to the sticks

Me and bro-bro don't speak everyday

But he already knows what it is

Tryna stay deep in the quids

Fell in love with the game, I'm trapped in the booth

I ain't been home in a bit

Top five in the city for certain

I'm gonna blow, just give it some time

Shawty didn't know I could bar, she's calling me hard

You're way too nice, vibe too raw

Can't compare, I'm telling you it's one of a kind

Me and them boys ain't thе same

I'm chasing the pay, they're chasing a million likеs

En route to a million streams, I've got me a million dreams

A mil' in the bank's all part of the plan

Chasing these notes like do-re-mi

My steez too clean, she wants D double E

She thinks I bang F with the G's

While bro's in the T just serving the fiends

K -U-S to the T to the L to the E

Two-four, straight grinding, I just pray for a little more sleep

Tryna make sure the whole team eat

Tryna make sure the family's sweet

Feel like Rashford in the booth, I'm just feeding the streets

Interview room at the BBC

Got me thanking the Lord for the things I've achieved

Bread on my mind and I don't mean berky

I listen to beats when I'm brushing my teeth

She know my face, she saw ten on the FYP

**** like me got a million dreams

So I need me a milli, whatever the means

Tryna move mum to the sticks

Me and bro-bro don't speak everyday

But he already knows what it is

Tryna stay deep in the quids

Fell in love with the game, I'm trapped in the booth

I ain't been home in a bit

Better play your part

Play your position, stay in your lane

Hella distractions, can't get phased

I'm stuck in my lane, I'm doing up ways

Hella tracks, bare mileage

All now they ain't taking me in

Four years now, I've been grinding

All now they ain't taking me in

Look, I ain't been the same in a while

In colly, I'm hiding my face

Really and truly, I'm faking a smile

I just wanna be back in my crib

Back in the booth, just laying it down

I just wanna be back in my crib

Back in the booth, just laying it down

Huh, I know he's gonna wild out

I know he's gonna do something crazy

Everybody want to know what I would do if I didn't win

I guess we'll never know

Interview room at the BBC

Got me thanking the Lord for the things I've achieved

Bread on my mind and I don't mean berky

I listen to beats when I'm brushing my teeth

She know my face, she saw ten on the FYP

**** like me got a million dreams

So I need me a milli, whatever the means

Tryna move mum to the sticks

Me and bro-bro don't speak everyday

But he already knows what it is

Tryna stay deep in the quids

Fell in love with the game, I'm trapped in the booth

I ain't been home in a bit