Tell you how I feel inside
They say it ain't trill enough
They say it ain't drill enough
I'm coming from the illest side
I just know it's real enough
Fuck what niggas think of that
The salt is pink, the ink is black
The grass is green, the link is broke
Floating like the sink is broke, the drip is so consistent now
Watch him grow complicit, oh, you flipping now?
Shit hit different, I need scissors now, cutting ties
Taperfading wit' no clippers, don't ask no Kawhi's
Turn stone cold, you get to fucking wit' my Oberweis
Stretching out, my shoulders wide
All my burdens boulder size
Mama right on Bouldercrest
I was right off 63rd, you know the vibes
Archetypes and prototypes, I know those guys
Press me, I could go get my shit notarized
Instantly, no Polaroids
Instantly, I'm Jonah, y'all gon' have to throw me overboard
Couple nights in the belly of the beast
Nigga, came out like he know the Lord, overjoyed
I don't understand
When is y'all niggas gon' realize? Uh
Real eyes realize real lies, huh
Real eyes realize real lies, help me see the truth
Tryna be more James, I walk in Peter shoes
Sparrows gotta be my views
Vintage frames I see 'em through
Fear God, I'm steppin' in, no weapon formed, the needle move
The record scratch, the blessings pouring
Almost like I'm pre-approved
For everything my credit good, my check is strong
My breakfast good, I'm shredding wheat, the tears is gone
I'm back in form
Overhead just like my baggage I unpack it for him
Don't exaggerate I'm accurate this javelin throwin'
Tryna get my point across
Olympic preparations all these habits form
Elevated patterns, I can taste when pH balance off
Went against the wave but I'm no Hasselhoff
Ain't no more low-key I took the silence off
Old school but the mileage new
Seen it from the palace view
Gotta be more hands on, ain't no way I get these calluses off
Skate grip, only 'cause they shape-shift
Famous for the fallacies, we been watchin' matadors
Y'all still putting batteries in niggas backs and power by they salaries
Should see 'em when the camera's off, you know the drill
Hear the wrong thing and now I'm Holyfield
Ha, help me see the truth
Tryna be more James, I walk in Peter shoes
Sparrows gotta be my views
Vintage frames I see 'em through
