Released on February 2, 2024

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INTRO:

Dédié à ceux qui haïssent, à ceux qui ne croient pas

Vous voyez, pour vous, le ciel est la limite

Pour nous, le ciel est ce sur quoi nous nous appuyons pour aller plus loin

Bien au-dessus des nuages, toujours en mouvement et en progrès

Rattrapez le retard!

HOOK:

Like me, like me

Y’all can’t do it like me

Had aces in my hand, built the brand, then I doubled down

Like me, like me

Y’all can’t do it like mе

From zero to a grand, I’m the man, bet thеy listen now

Like me, like me

Y’all can’t do it like me

Had aces in my hand, built the brand, then I doubled down

Like me, like me

Y’all can’t do it like me

From zero to a grand, I’m the man, bet they listen now

VERSE 1:

Went blonde, quit my job now I’m on the night shift

Swear to God, I’ll make my Mom proud if I don’t make it big

I’ve been on my Harper Lee, killin’ all this mockery

You’re lookin’ more like Orwell, big brother watchin’ me

Still do it for Jesus, got nothin’ to lose

Lost the boulder on my shoulder now I got to nothing to prove

Don’t do it for the applause, collectin’ trophies or medals

Against the grain, I’m a rebel so you know I’ll never settle

They took a scalpel to my stomach, ‘cause they hate my guts

This life is like a fairy tale can’t make it up

Every record holdin’ weight, bars too heavy for the simpletons

The line’s worth the wait, I’ll keep writin’ ’til my time is done

Someday I'll be gettin’ coverage like Darrelle Revis

If these rappers need a hand, I’m General Grievous

I don’t need the fame though, wouldn’t trade it for a halo

I just wanna make these songs, maybe one day I’ll hear you sing along

HOOK:

Like me, like me

Y’all can’t do it like me

Had aces in my hand, built the brand, then I doubled down

Like me, like me

Y’all can’t do it like me

From zero to a grand, I’m the man, bet they listen now

Like me, like me

Y’all can’t do it like me

Had aces in my hand, built the brand, then I doubled down

Like me, like me

Y’all can’t do it like me

From zero to a grand, I’m the man, bet they listen now

VERSE 2:

Wonderin’ am I the one like I clicked the cursor?

Are my ambitions way offline like I left the server?

Still I’m spillin’ out my guts like it’s a scene from a murder

And I ain’t holdin' nothin’ back like Imma tweet from the burner

Scared to quit my day job, I don’t know if I’ll make it

Listenin’ to Em, if you had one shot would you take it?

We only live once, I’ll make the music then face it

‘Cause when my back’s against the wall give me a record I’ll break it

This the art of three verses, who does that for the single?

The way I’m writin’ verses, they might think it’s illegal

Had some friends go ghost but now they’re tryin’ to mingle

‘Cause I got big dog status, like a fan of the Eagles

Been gettin’ DMs everyday sayin’ they love my sound

So I'm not sweatin’ the pressure when I perform for crowds

I always had the talent, I know they’re tuned in now

I spent my own ad money and then I doubled down

TAG:

Mirwin, what’s goin’ on?

VERSE 3:

This that Ab-soul mixed with Abbey Road

Used to step in the game on my tippy toes

Now I walk in the booth with BigFoot flows

Finally on my way like Rhema Soul

To the unread texts, respond with a check

Honor roll rapper, my letter’s the best

Student of the game, focused on gains

Raisin’ the bar and I’m doublin’ reps

Remember days I was drownin’ I had to sink or swim (sink or swim)

I was alone, no one callin’ my phone, no not even my friends (even my friends)

Now they hit me up, ‘cause I’m doublin’ down and I’m startin’ to win (startin’ to win)

Yeah I hear ‘em talkin’ ‘bout my pronouns like that boy he, him (he’s him!)

Gotta flex for a sec, my mind’s off the rail

Don’t buy designer unless it’s on sale

Still on the grind gettin’ paper like mail

Hittin’ these kickflips, watchin’ ‘em bail

Tellin’ them all send the plaques in the mail

I got a feeling that I can not fail

Now my life look like a damn URL

W W W watch

They wanna put me inside of a box

Like the end of Se7en

Killer flows, don’t need a weapon

My stomach is empty, the verses are plenty

I’m ready for seconds

HTML, these bars are embedded

Bet on yourself, don’t you ever forget it

I’m takin’ that straight to the bank, no debit

I’ve been through a lot, turned the Ls in to lessons

OUTRO:

Yeah yeah

This that album mode

Doubled down, gotta let ‘em know