PRIEST

21 years old the age I knew that would make it

Couple months I signed a deal

I aced the keys and graduated

Made a couple bucks

Deposited and saved it

Made a hit that's not a hit

But even that radio played it

Others start to view my tunes as serious business

Half my friends said how's it going?

But their tone says to quit this

Heard my song on the road and typed my handle to hit it

From that moment then on I turned around they can kiss it

Man you don't get to hit me

Like I ain't been working years

Sweeping floors like a chimney

Boy you don't get to dim me

Cause I been waiting these tables while you pestering labels

And I found trust in myself you out here begging appraisal

My gardens blooming to millions

But to you it is alien

I hope you work out your purpose

I hope you find out your brilliance

I hope you quit your entitlement

Start to ponder retirement

Looking back on your life and think

Aw I wish I had tried this shit

Don't try to test me I been doing this shit for too long

Nothing you can say switch me up I am no Mulan

Don't dare pluck my garden or my flowers get a new lawn

If you tryna catch up least you can do it put your shoes on

Careful where you stepping cause there's pastures they don't want us

That's a lesson from a cow they eat that green and then they're slaughtered

We're the same so I share it but imma still keep cautious

I don't trust you, your mother or your motherfucking dog shit

My individuality inspired the same ones

That sit in circles pointing and laughing to shame ones

See these bitches giggled at me on my day one

Now year number three and I'm plotting vacations

Got a baby on the way that's what I call my album

That u-s-n-a motherfucker still my anthem

Still don't say it right sometimes gotta remind them

That my time is valuable so go head rewind some

They wanna find out that my life's a facade

That I take it to heart can't put it aside

But my head scrambled up on my attraction triangle

I got love for two ones that both doing a tango

I need a jewel that can dangle

From my chest to my ankle

Might destress at my castle

Guess my next point of travel

Go to Spain for a tan, might go France for the pain

Might go Rome for the pantheon or home for the rain

See they rinsing me daily but I brought my umbrella

They keep trying to jail me I got keys for the cellar

Forever I'm changing

Understand and do better

That's the problem with you

You stay inside for the weather

You never braving that storm

I love my work I could marry it

I sometimes feel like god

Rocking up in a chariot

With a ring that is carot-ed

While you count out my practicing

Well if that is your thoughts

Good luck being talented

Bitch it's USNA

Yeah that's it

It's USNA bitch haha