[Verse 1]

Look...

Never worry 'bout the chit and chat

I'm too busy into spitting facts

Put them paws on you like you Eve

If I pay attention to the tit-for-tat

Radio playing more of me

Chris Brown shit I'm raising royalties

Buzz growing so I get to travel

I've been drawing ears like the Disney channel

Baby Maya(?) mean a lot to me

Bank and Mammy(?) mean a lot to me

So I'm tryna get my commas up

Turn them shits into apostrophes

Make 'em look like they apostrophes

I want them to be apostrophes

Keep a bag on the side of me

No I don't wear no colostomy

Haters wanna hear the squad die

Prolly got me on they iPod

I don't even like to hit the club

I be in the cut like peroxide

Hate dealing with these whack cats

All I'm tryna do is stack racks

Til they see me inside the ghost

With a duece up like Snapchat

Motivation so the team grind

No more patience for a weak mind

I'm just making sure my bro sure

He done folded over paper three times

I remember we was pots and pans

All the sudden now I'm not your man

Wasn't really into sign language

Til these niggas started talking outta hand

Yeah...

Random girls sending mad texts

Coming to the shows half dressed

Samuel L. Jackson never won an Oscar

I ain't get your trophy off my shaft yet

Samuel L. Jackson never won an Oscar

I ain't get your trophy off my shaft yet

I'm going forward and forward

I'm on it and armored the coroners is on us they mourn us

Man I've been performing and touring

The way that I'm stacking my daughters is born to be hoarders

Style been the hardest an artist we forward they goners it's slaughter you oughtta get caught up

My life like a movie my name like the ending credits it get brought up and brought and brought up

Clever and greedy they say I've been killing the game

Before all the glory I fell

Never could see me but they gotta feel what I'm saying I'm more like a story in Braille

I'm 'bout to ball so hard lay low with my piece out the way and then stay in my savings

Just like a crossing guard get dough in the streets

And go pavement to pavement to pavement

Look how they feeling my drift (x3)

Feeling my...yeah...

Look how they feeling my drift (x3)

Yeah...

[Verse 2]

Thank God for another day I woke right on up

Competition in my sight but trust

No excuses man they light enough

Haters wanna see me bite the dust

Every day they they talking nice and tough

Tell them haters I don't like to bluff

Get like Charlemagne lighten up

They would rather use envy now

Jealous ways no common sense

Like the dreads on Fetty Wap

Tell them haters that is not my twist

Make the slums feel so alive

Tell these rappers they should go abide

Tell 'em I'm the best like Khaled

They my sons all jokes aside

They wanna bomb randomly and kill

I keep it calm sanity is real

Act like we bond family for real

But I'm only tryna answer to what's real

They wanna rhyme stand with me and build

Or wanna find chances just to chill

I'm tryna ball like an Eagle so we ain't linking 'less it's financial in the field

Yeah

Saying they missing the old you

They do not care what you go through

You gotta 'member they only gon' love you as much as you let 'em control you

I'm in they ear like a Bluetooth

I just went platinum on Tube views

Industry bound to get shook

Cause I'm goin' down in the books like Blue's Clues

Yeah

Look at 'em pissed that we made it here

They see us out and then try to put on a smile like Mr. Potato Head

Look how they feeling my drift

[Outro]

Look how they feeling my drift (x4)

(Feeling my, feeling my)

Look how they feeling my drift (x2)

Look how they feeling our drift