That's none of my business all in my bag shawty
She got all my interest dynamite damn shorty
And pardon my language down to my last bottle
That's not in my physics feeling like Aristotle
Been up til morning I'm outchea recording no yawning I'm sipping americano
I used to wonder how i really wanted to take y'all by storm like I'm Carolina
Now I'm just overachieving you underperforming ain't mean to embarrass y'all tho
I still remember the stares I know y'all thought I'd never get here but that's none of my
Ok the grass can't grow if you cease rain
How they blocking our votes at the precinct
From the concrete rose my ambition
In a mosh pit feeling like rocky balboa
In the box ring showing no weakness
Ecclesiastes sowing then I'm reaping
If you ask me I'm going for the kingdom
Why he brought me only God know the reason it's
That's none of my business all in my bag shawty
She got all my interest dynamite damn shorty
And pardon my language down to my last bottle
That's not in my physics feeling like Aristotle
Okay I'm feeling like Aristotle
Keep it 38 put in Fahrenheit
And niggas don't care til you dead or pop off
I know it ain't fair but what's fair in life
And shawty I ain't cheating I'm just filling my roster
Okay a nigga kidding I'll just you give my passcode
Whatever doesn't kill me meant me for me to just prosper
My daddy a pastor my brother a Rasta
I'm just a rockstar modern Picasso
I bet your bottom dollar I'll do more than surpass you
Won't fold or won't bend Mordecai stands
But according to them it depends what are the chances look
You niggas my sons I guess it make you some bastards
I big up my funds I'm waiting on the advances
They running they mouth like Forrest Gump at his fastest
Thought a nigga said sum but my attention expensive cause it's
That's none of my business, all in my bag shawty
She got all my interest, dynamite damn shorty
And pardon my language, down to my last bottle
That's not in my physics, feeling like Aristotle
That's none of my business, all in my bag shawty
She got all my interest, dynamite damn shorty
And pardon my language, down to my last bottle
That's not in my physics, feeling like Aristotle