I want a peace of mind
They want a piece of mine
Is this my demise?
Running out of time
Staying low to keep my head straight
Instrumentals playing
And I use it as a template
People out to L.A.
I choose to stay N.Y. bound
You want to be a critic
You don't know my sound
I got rhythm, aesthetics
I had to own my style
There's one king
You can't wear my crown
What doesn't kill us make us stronger that what ye said
Nowadays "N*gga that's what ye said?"
It's a crazy how a couple years can f*ck you up
Hero turn to villain
All that power
Really troublesome
A couple girls started up with double dutch
Now they in whip rolling up a double dutch
Instagram famous with the double cups
Power in the p*ssy
Momma telling me that's trouble son