The Person That They Steal - Peel Pink Wallpaper

Yeah Two Hs, man Haha Watch me do my thing, yeah I don't want you here if it's drama that you bring Okay wait, yeah hol' up Mmm, watch me do my thing Yeah, T-Mac on my throwback Steal my style, fuck a low jack You can keep it, you can own that I be snappin' like a Kodak When my Jordans kiss my doormat Welcome home, time to make more raps You can leave me, you can upgrade But you can't reset my format Ima win after win Halfway season, playoffs clinched Made myself, fuckin' boss I haven't been laid off since I've been learnin' bout my market I'm a hitman, know my target I've been workin' behind the scenes But fuck that, bitch I am the artist Even though times might be the hardest Never did I quit with what I started Gotta stay smart like I am Marcus Gotta move fast, can't be lethargic You don't wanna ride like you get car sick I could never work up in an office How do you do that? Gas tank, loose cap Ima light this shit up, shit go boom bap Treat it like it's boot camp, writin' like a monster Comin' for the bread like I'm walkin' to the altar You don't like me? Oh wow what an honor You don't even listen to my motherfuckin' genre Don't believe in me? You'll get stigmata I am electric, I'm gonna shock ya Impossible that I fuck with imposters Do this til' I die, no Ima do it longer just like Wait wait hol' up, can you let me do my thing? Yeah wait wait hol' up, watch me watch me do my thing Yeah, I don't want you here if it's drama that you bring Okay wait yeah hol' up, mmm watch my do my thing, yeah Lots of family question what I do for livin' Tell 'em that I'm makin' music but they do not listen Bars make me feel free, opposite of prison Live your fucking life like you do not need permission I'm forever gonna get it, I am never gonna exit I'm a random muthafucka, I just do the the unexpected Product of the first amendment Do they got a gym in heaven? God is gonna lift me up, man that muthafucka shredded Got my dreams up in the sky But I'm never gonna jet it Gotta keep up with the times Social media, I'm present On the Gram, on the Book YouTube, and Reddit Catch your girl sending nudes She don't regret it Man I'm livin' like I'm livin' That I'm gonna be written about Fuck you if you givin' a doubt, what you bitchin' about Ima kick in ur mouth, workin' at home's when I'm up in the house Do not wonder how did I get where I'm at Not a mystery why bae on my lap One way on my map, when you pay make it cash Every dollar counts fuck fees on bankin apps Wait wait hol' up, can u let me do my thing? Yeah wait wait hol' up, watch me watch me do my thing Yeah, I don't want you here if it's drama that you bring Okay wait yeah hol' up, mmm watch my do my thing, yeah Vegan, but I go ham Please don't compare me to no man My shit slam dunks, you got no jams You don't ball you shoot with both hands It's a lie when I got no plans If not busy, I'll go broke man Fam be hoping that I'll make it Thats why I never lose hope man, ah Never will I make it on my own own But I'm independent and I'm grown grown Think you really know me but you don't don't Gonna kill the king for the throne throne Better stay away from my road road If you in the way you getting rolled rolled No more hiding what I call a soul soul Always had it, now I let it show show Gotta go, gotta go I don't wanna get old Lookin' back at my life Sayin' should've done more So I'm up in the lab with a pen and a pad Or a phone, or my dome puttin' words in a song Tellin' you what I think what is right, what is wrong When I stopped with the doubt, I was great all along If you say you be next, I be like really though? Be afraid when I'm near cause I always steal the show like Wait, hol' up Watch me do my thing Haha I don't want you here if it's drama that you bring Okay wait, yeah hol' up Mmm, watch me do my thing Yezzirr

It's 2 in the morning And I'm on the phone You say you're not moving I hope you're not moving on Gone for a minute You say you've lost it all How many minutes 'Til it's the last phone call When you lose control Say that you need me But the other you Isn't so crazy Your feelings are numb But mine are just a mixer for your rum My phone hears your soul With no filter on You drink from your fears If I am one You try to swallow Your demons alone Slide down your throat And down my cheekbone When you lose control Say that you need me But the other you Isn't so crazy Your feelings are numb But mine are just a mixer for your rum But if I was coke Would it be a love story When you lose control Say that you need me But the other you Isn't so crazy Your feelings are numb But mine are just a mixer for your rum