[Intro]

Uh, uh, yeah

Yeah

[Verse]

This may be the miracle, you need to think more cynical

If this is the pinnacle that positions the interval of you being where you are now

And the inches of an emblem of a job well done for your hood, for your son

If the outlaws come, you gon' stay? You gon' run?

My kingdom comes regardless

Do good, they treat you as a god, but you an artist

A simple-minded mother— hmm, target for a corporation's bargain

You another dollar bill for the market, spend it wisely

You either save it up or be a hypebeast, clout-chasing IV

Only fulfillеd from applause, but far from the morales

In awе and hang by all of the coattails

And starve if you don't do so well

Got it, profit, pocket, polish, posture

Position yourself as the hottest and you might hit

Don't tell your ego that you not it

Delusion is a bitch, but she fucking so good when it leads to deposits

More, I need more

She sees more and we need more

It make me feel good

I make it look good, though

I make it look good, ho

I need a full press, full court

Four-course meal, Gordon Ramsay

In some all-white polish steel toes

Just to step out, step in

Insecurity is the weapon on guest list

I may lash out at the sight of a message, feel threatened

Triggering my fight-or-flight, I pilot and pretend to be pedestrian

I'm ambidextrous, I left when the shit wasn't right

I still get scared, need a Xan for the flight

I still get scared of the press and the hype

And I still get scared of the darkness and silence of the night

But I need more, I need more

Make it look good

Make it look good

Delusion, it just make you feel good

Insecurities look good

Ego just make it look good

Confidence just make it look good