[Verse 1]

Call up ya local DJ and tell ‘em this one's one for the family

Tell ‘em to spin it I'm tryna spend a couple racks for my fam to eat

I got a little older learned that God ain't always do what I planned for me

But I done spent too much on fake relationships I need me my damn receipt

I ain't got posted to blogs, I ain't got closer to y'all

The past couple months I been working my ass off just so I can finally go ghost when you call

But I ain't gon’ boast over y'all, I ain't gon’ boast over y'all, shit I still work at the mall

But trust I'm gon’ toast when you gone, and trust I'm gon’ blow with my squad, ‘cause really I know that we on!

[Hook]

I dropped a couple projects truth is they ain't really pop like I thought they would

But failure is failure I learned my lesson and got back to the drawing board

I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board

I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board

[Verse 2]

I really thought I popped last year

But only two songs in, already topped last year

I've grown a lot, shit I'm finna grow a lot that's clear

I'm 17, they don't believe I got a lot less years

But I'm still, working hard finna do whatever I gotta do

I'm climbing to the top, I'm hurdling over obstacles

These rappers acting funny, respect me like I'm your father dude

Sonned most these local rappers and they acting like they prodigals

But I'm laughing too told ‘em meet me on the avenue

Get back to you quit standing there in awe & get to clapping fool

I'm asking you if you ain't with the team then quit the acting too

I'm liable to spazz if you think your opinions valuable

But don't be ringing if I see ya number then I'm blacking your call

You talking back you better punt that shit act like your ass is a ball

[Hook]

I dropped a couple projects truth is they ain't really pop like I thought they would

But failure is failure I learned my lesson and got back to the drawing board

I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board

I done went back to the drawing board, I done went I done went back to the drawing board

[Bridge]

That’s my drawing board, what

That’s my drawing board, what

That’s my drawing board, what

That’s my drawing board, what

That’s my drawing board, what

That’s my drawing board, what, what

That’s my drawing board, what

I ain’t feeling what you’re feeling, we ain’t on the same road, nah

[Verse 3]

It’s probably been a year since I last stepped foot in a church

If I did I might panic

You know if I liked being judged I’d be more clear ‘bout my career

And tell all of my teachers what my life plan is

I’m done being frantic, I’m done giving help

Got too many that’s relying on me, it’s bad for my health

Bad for myself, to be honest, I ain’t feeling that well

Got too many people around me, who’s sincere, I can’t tell

But, ain’t nobody gonna get ‘tween my priorities

I’m cordially cutting off anybody who’s ignoring me

I’m flooring it to get to the finish line

I’m breaking through the wire and forgetting what’s on my mind

I been moving too fast to cross a “t” or dot an “i”

So now I got a whole lot of L’s, I should take my time

But now I got a whole lot for sale and I’m getting mines

And I done turned the world to my canvas, ain’t hit my prime

I pray I never hit my prime, I’m better off dying

Music’s all I got ‘fore I’m stuck in a 9-5

Working retail for the rest of my life, and I ain’t lying

Bitch I’m flying, the last time you heard me like this

Think I was floating over everyone who said I wasn’t shit

And said I wouldn’t be shit, this time next year

I swear you won’t believe it, I’m really feeling myself

I had to take the scenic, there’s really no other route

To get to where the green is, no matter what, I’m in bounds

And we ain’t even playing the same game

They say my name once and that’s enough to make me go crazy

I’m kinda over anybody saying anything about me

Round ‘em all up and have ‘em kneeling at the crown, we

Built our own kingdom with this shit, not a single ceiling for the kid

Your people on my line I plead the fifth

I’m obviously in my own city, that’s a given

’Til I’m landing in L.A. and I’m reading my own epic

[Bridge]

That’s my drawing board, what

That’s my drawing board, what, what, what

That’s my drawing board, what

I ain’t feeling what you’re feeling, we ain’t on the same road, bitch