Lyrics

Don’t get it twisted, look, I’m young black and gifted
And these white spots don’t come white privilege
I’m different, no gimmicks
They tell you that you gotta have an image
So get in where you fit in if you wanna sell a million
Man it’s face down, ass up, no cap, roll up
I copped this, I popped that
You rich nigga, so what?
It’s no diss so hold up
I ain’t hating but grow up
I’m just saying, it’s some other topics we can bring up
Should I speak up?
Ain’t rapping bout getting my coochie beat up to get your meat up
You turn your tricks, I turn the heat up
Y’all keep up cause as you get older
You got’ think over every mistake and decision
And wish that somebody told ya
When the world’s on your shoulders
The winter’s are getting colder
The summer is like a desert
It ain’t no crossing the border
Do your best to save every dollar, penny, nickel, quarter
Or it’s right back to McDonalds
Can I take your order?


Took me about 10 years to touch a million
That's 100k a year
I ain't claiming to have a million
But watch me still chill while you run around in your feelings
Unveiling all the profits you've made from dirty dealings
Some others watch you baking them pies, they’re so appealing
So now you’re on your knees with your pinky rings to the ceiling
Revealing all the stashes and codes in your abode
That shorty that you smashed is the same who let ‘em know
The streets are never sleep only take a minute to roll up
That Rollie on your wrist be the twist to get you tore up
And nah this ain’t a threat
I ain’t never been one for hold ups
But y’all like taking candy from babies
You need to grow up
These city slickers sicker than 2020 Corona
They smash & grab
Follow your whip
Come shoot ya home up
Cause nowadays
Not even a safe can keep you safe
All these rappers Supermen til the muzzle's up in their face
Clark Kent