[Verse 1]

Be careful speak on

Careful what you tweet on

I’m a dog with no leash on

Told a few I was thinking I’d roll the dice and all I got was advice, to keep at it and keep strong

Feed myself and feed my fan base

Business moves off the handshake

Showed up to the spot tad late but sometimes it takes time to alter the landscape-

Creatively, what could you say to me?

Got the whole plan covered, talking from A to Z

I got the type of sound that these people goin pay to see

KOing all my tracks, you can’t even OK the beat

You ain’t got nothing

Promise I’m hot, buzzing

The number one spot, once I get it I’m not budging

This something like the real life version of block button

God gotta have a plan cuz these lines they won’t stop coming

Uh

[Hook]

Ooh, ooh ,ooh

(My life)

[Verse 2]

Hold up pimpin, it’s time for grown up missions

I’m hitting home runs daily, you more like Homer Simpson

It feels like no ones different, I feel like no one listens

Building up my team, the coldest coalition

I’m killing, killing casually with southern hospitality

Too many falling off damn man it’s sad to see

Could’ve been at the store pushing pills but instead I’m pushing back deals, killing em with clarity

And how clear it is when you see the picture painted

They see me coming with purity

Try to get to me to taint it

This a higher level, and too many ain’t attaining

Sun still shining while it’s raining

Who else goin weigh in?

The motherfucking heavy weight champ

Had to cut em off like I’m K camp

Whole lot of support, I won the lotto of sorts, and I’m just barely getting on like a state ramp

[Hook]

Ooh, ooh ,ooh

(My life)

[Verse 3]

Might have a third verse laying around

How you international but you stay in the town?

You playing for keeps or playing around?

We playing for real

Either hit your swim or you planning drown

Feel like I'm losing faith when I need it most

Look me in my face like I seen a ghost

Not quite married to the game yet, we eloped

Outta space like we remote

Shooting for stars

I'm dropping some lines, losing some bars

No chilling, that gives me anxiety

I'm moving too hard

Who my old me probably tryna be, got you nodding like fighting sleep, use the music like diary- the truth with these bars

Tell the truth every chance that I get

Then I get to grinding like hands on the hips

Or pens on the table back at lunchtime

They had jokes for your punchlines

Hand out the fade, you gotta run mine

[Outro]

Ooh, ooh ,ooh