Feel like Tune
I'm iller than the illness that these people wish me
Drake be joshin' around, but life wasn't Nickelodeon or Disney, is you kiddin' me?
My resume is thicker than Nicki, I'm busy-busy
I remember doing halftime at Jackson, Mississippi
Wasn't drivin' Cadillac then, but shit still found a way to escalate quickly
Wanted people to miss me, changed shit after Nipsey
Took the fun away, now the fun's done
Roses right now though, tell 'em to run some
You don't have to see the score to know that I won some
True colors always come out like the Sun does
'Specially when you assumin' the role of that nigga
I keep my circle small so the blunt gets back quicker
I just woke up and tripped on a glass slipper
I guess Cinderella must've called up her own Uber
I've always been able to see the depths of my own future
Psychic readin's, corporate meetin's, power lunches
Private fundin', hundred push-ups, hundred crunches
Final touches, lemon squeezes, island breezes
Press releases, movin' speeches, multi-taskin'
Torches passin', strong attractions, forceful actions
What's really crackin'?
I guess I'm maintainin', thanks for askin', yeah
And I don't even need to ask how you doin' without me
Your captions are more about me than you were about me
Your friends come around, I don't know what they doin' around me
They still come around, yeah
Uh, it's worth more when you earn it, guilty the verdict
Burnin' large bills in the furnace, trash bags and detergent
I touched a little bit of this paper, I'm still yearnin'
Drove the work three hundred times at least, I'm still nervous
Here to speak for the hopefuls, keepin' it soulful
Phone face down at the bar, havin' drinks at Kimodo
Hope these meetin's on roof tops never turn into jail visits
It only put a smile on my face when the scale tippin'
Despite the well wishes from y'all, I held distance
They prayin' my success stories turn into failed missions
They tyin' me to greats, every other week, I'm buyin' me a safe
I learned its more satisfyin' when you wait
Had to hide so many stacks in my crib, I got it booby trapped
My closet look like a Off-White versus Louis match
All that jealousy obvious, I got hipped to it
Even your compliments startin' to sound like bitterness
All the pressure I'm livin' with
Every line delivered with hunger, my flow a sure thing like a death certificate
Soldiers is dead, spilled blood over this bread
Had my family thinkin' I'm in over my head
Baggin' up breathin' chemicals, when a ki' was the pinnacle
Now at my high schools giving speeches, speakin' political
Got here bein' original
Every day its like the new me, the business man, versus me as the criminal
I'm the quiet one in the room, keepin' it minimal
'Til the house big enough I can park the V in the livin' room
Ah, the Butcher comin', nigga