Come and lift me up
Funny how nigga tend to believe more than what happened
I mean really, do we look like inglorious bastards?
Lena Waithe told me I was the Black Brad Pitt
I wasn't too fond of that title, flattering as it is
I mean, really though, that's what you think of my rep?
That's what they saying 'bout me, quiet as kept
Like I just go from one star to another star
Like I'm drawing out a constellation or
Go from one hole to another like I'm shooting par, that ain't me at all
I really had to stop what I was doing and start retracing my steps
And had to break some cycles
Sometimes, you don't always win it as much as you like to
But they can't see you out here panicky
You can't expect it to change doing the same, that's insanity
They catch me on the canon moving candidly, and even though I'm out the frame, they pan to me
But I'm so on that I'm well-off, I only ever fell back, not fell off
Fuck it, it's just a different cycle
Sometimes, you gotta go through a different cycle
Cycle, cycle
Oh, is that what you think of me? Is that what you heard?
That ain't even the half of it, nigga, I'm on a different cycle
Come and lift me up
I'm saying, how 'bout instead of tearing me down, you
Come and lift me up
Yeah, how 'bout that?
Look, I got trauma that I haven't dealt with
I got feelings that I haven't gelled with
I got a lot of girls that want to get up and meet
And have a conversation with me after they melt quick
But I can't do to my baby, I'm too solid
I mean so solid to the point that my homeboy is The Rock, shit
You thriving off of gossip, you the type to lose faith and stop it
I'm climbing the mountain even if I can't see the top of it
Living the highs, striving the lows, understand that's a whole different control
I done hit baby, that's Mission Control, ulterior motives that's getting exposed
Not enough money to give 'em my soul, I set the standards, you live up to those
Life speaking through me, it's not Morse code, I cut you off 'cause I'm really that cold
Tryna go stone cold on me but I'm hot
American dollar crashing out but I'm not
This that prime time, baby, I'm in that time slot
Coming to you live, swear these nigga is dying to watch
So fucking busy, she can't tell if I'm lying or not
I just gotta get this shit, I'm on a different cycle
Come and lift me up
Oh, is that what you think of me? Is that what you heard?
That ain't even the half of it, nigga, I'm on a different cycle
How 'bout instead of tearing me down, you
Come and lift me up
Oh, God
Aye, aye
I went and bought my mama a Benz
And then I bought myself one, and she like, "Look, we twins"
Nice watch, baby boy, but watch how you spend
And make sure that it's a write off, I just want to see you right off
And before you leave that mansion, make sure you cut the lights off
Mama, I know, like I don't work for every dollar of my own
She know I got the heart of Joe and the mind of Mildred
And the rest of the OGs that's woven all through my soul and spirit
Fuck it, I had to break the cycle
Break the cycle of us thinking we don't have enough, ya know?
Living in the illusion of scarcity
She never got her Chanel, but I broke the cycle
Yeah
And I had to get her a red one 'cause she a Delta
And she used to be a flight attendant on Delta, for real
I'm a grown man
But I had to break the cycle
Yes, I did
I said I'm a grown man but I had to break the cycle
Yo, what's up, my brother, great to hear from you, man
So a few things, most importantly, that sounds amazing
Your baby boy's nine months old and thriving, I love hearing that
And I'm sure that
You were, you're an inspired artist to begin with, like right out of the gates
But I'm sure holding your baby boy gives you a whole new perspective on
This new evolution of what inspiration means, right? So I'm sure, man
I'm sure your motivation, inspiration is through the roof every time you hold your baby boy
And what's cool, just
Y-your baby boy at nine months is already almost bigger than Kevin Hart so that's, that's really cool
Alright, my brother, love you, man
And I'm so happy for you, man, can't wait to see your baby boy, okay, bye
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