Yeah…
(It’s time to show out)
Yeah
I mean like what am I supposed to say?
I went from black revived and took the hova way
Saxophone and blues…….
Lil bit of jazz to guide my rhythms to the truth
And show the bros the way
Would carry on my own
Through my cadence and my tone
But ain’t no other way
I’m Louisville, I’m slugging shit
Been making hits like heavyweights
You doubt me?
When no one else help me I had agents tryna scout me
But you know how it goes
Can’t win em all
either you losing or you drowning
Salt inside the wound for Robert Downey
Since I was a kid I was practicing larceny skills
To steal a chance within a minute but my hearts on the scale
It wasn’t given
I put in hard work
And nighas say that I been tripping?
Living leagues apart but I’m not feeling any different
Shout out everybody proud of my success with no assistance
I was a dirty lil bastard
Taking risks with no resistance
But I’m here now
If don’t nobody know……
Then I’m the king now!
I don’t need a crown to claim the throne
Bitches Kiss the ring and bend their knees now
I struggle with relationships
I’m thinking about the ones that ima weed out
Anxious……..
Every nigha now either gay or playing gangsta
Stuck inside the motion, couldn’t save ya
Shit was easy as a layup
Focus on the fact that ima wake up
At the odd times, walking with a mug will bring you hard times
I think it’s bout time……
(I think it’s bout time)