Two-Minute Legend

Yeah

Two-minute legend

Run it up

Phone face up on the dash

Group chat lightin’ like a flash

I was broke last year, what a past

Now my name hit lips like a splash

Mom text, “Boy, please rest”

I’m on tour in a thrift-store vest

Stains on the seat from the midnight fries

Still look rich in the red-eye skies

I’m a two-minute legend, hit repeat

Hook in your head, that’s a long-term lease

If it feel this good, let it be

Turn a small-town dream to a world tour speech

Two-minute legend, that’s me

Two-minute legend, that’s me

All black fit with the crooked chain

Paid off rent off a viral frame

City on my back like a duffel bag

Whole crew eat when I pop that tag

Little cousin in the nosebleeds yell

“Play that one where you talk yourself”

This that one, put your doubts on mute

Every L I took turned into fuel

Hands up high for the late nights

For the cheap seats and the stage lights

For the “maybe” turnin’ into “that’s mine”

For the last kid still waitin’ in the back line