NEW TRENDING ON ON SPOTIFY! Lyrics: Back in high school, they ain't show me no love Now I'm getting this moment, they coming around Man in the mirror just told me wake up I'm asleep on myself and I'm lettin' him down I was just testin' the waters, now I'm in the oceans Titanic, I hope I don't drown Say do a money spread but I can't do it The bands in my hands is a larger amount I just go lock it up, rack it up, see that I run it up when the trunk turn to a hood Everyone fake and I'm feelin' like Moses My rods turn to snakes and they sayin' what's good Back in my school, they was callin' me weird but the truth, I was easily misunderstood Nerfing myself and I start from the bottom and built my way up just to show that I could And now I go stack it up, run it up, tell me to double up Pockets too fat and now they workin' till the sun is up I been gettin' lean up at the gym don't need a double cup Walls around my head it got me feelin' like I'm Donald Trump Seven cars in my garage, I think I need another one Pull up wearin' black and when you see me, now you gotta run Knock it out the park and now they screamin' like a home run Said it take a minute, but it doesn't mean I'm not done Grab an umbrella, I'm making it rain Tasted the peak and it still feel insane Stay dollar bills so I never can change Feel like a slave when I'm rockin' my chains Tell them speak up if there's somethin' to say Keep to myself, cause they think it's the same Now I'm like who are you When I start comin' through, cause it's all me at the end of the day I'ma just do it my way, my way Murder this beat, no face, no case Skrt my whip and swerve both lanes Pullin' up, gone in the first 48 Brand new whip, and they scared like slaves Said I'm her bank, now she doin' the chase Pockets too deep, but she ain't get nothin' I was in the back when they was all frontin' I got my friends, I got my foes I got some people that I do not trust I got the bread, mixin' the yeast Makin' it rise, you know that's a must I make amends, I do not know But this new engine is makin' the dust I make the trends, I do my dance You not a baby, quit makin' the fuss And now they guessing my words, I tell em ain't wordle Why you geeked out? No nerd, Steve Urkle Get in my bag, they allergic like turtles Sayin' she's special, which one, non-verbal Brand new fit, skip the dress rehearsal Friend group like a cheerio small circle Why they all pressin' on me, they fertile Bout to take off, I'm universal, ayy Oh, oh, oh my God, 24more