Yeah, are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team
I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies
Some say that my songs don't ever grow old something like white whine
I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems
Some days I feel low though
So I roll up my weed
Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no
Please someone tell me what i don't know
Hardest out in my city why you think that they asking for photos
And i know some probably hate me
I can tell but they don't know i know though
And back then i thought a million stream means you made it
But now i got loads bro, yeah, yeahh
I'm still out in alleyways, tryna roll up in the cold
A&r's saying i'm different
I'm bound to go blow if i keep it the way that i'm going
Told them i already know
Mum said to keep on your grind
I don't do trapping no more, the musics the vibe
It's just the tax that's fucking my vibe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't wanna know if it ain't about the doe
She wanna know now i'm up on my rise
And i know that you know, i don't want you to go
I've been told i'm a star. A Rapstar in due time, yeah yeah
And at at night I look in stars
I got these diamonds on mind and i can't help but think they ours
In this life, in this life, some get high, some they don't
But i've been low and took these highs to try and hide these lows
I wonder why, wonder why, wonder why, they all hate on me
Maybe because they know it's me thats been chose
I can't lie it do feel amazing
I started this rapping shit back in the lockdown
And didn't think that i could make it
Now i'm getting these streams all over the globe, it's me
It's money i'm making
Are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team
I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies
Some say that my songs don't ever grow old
Something like white whine
I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems
Some days I feel low though
So I roll up my weed
Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no
No, no. Look i've grown
When i was little young boy bro
I still felt like i was gonna be known
Yet we still out on streets in these cold nights
Tryna make money off rapping I know
I just wanna make little me proud bro we had a dream
We about to explode
Are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team
I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies
Some say that my songs don't ever grow old
Something like white whine
I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems
Some days i feel low though
So i roll up my weed
Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no