[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Cole, you stupid), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
[Chorus]
Look, I feel like I think too much
Spillin' my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much
Lost in the tides, try to get out, but I sink too much
Handle that pressure, turn to the liquor, I drink too much
Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much
Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me
But temptation dancin' in front of me and we link too much
Headed for greatness, but look, I ain't got the patience
I feel like I'm on the brink too much
[Verse 1]
Nigga writin' versеs while at work hustlin'
Niggas told me I dream too much
Feel I ain't drеam enough
I was makin' 80K a year but still broke, I put it all into music
I guess I believed too much
You can't tell me shit, nigga
I wrote down what I lived to become a rich nigga
I bet on me, I will volunteer my life and my wages
Employed all of my homies, so in turn, I was workin' for free
But I saw the vision there, just needed a chance in it
I ain't put me here, my nigga, the fans did it
In L.A. I opened doors for this soulful shit
Nigga's career like oven mitts how I had a hand in it
A storm comin'
Look blindly and bravely, I'm gon' stand in it
Tryna bring change to niggas lost in the hood
You can trap and be a young boy misunderstood
And we wonder why YoungBoy was up to no good, but fuck it
Yeah, yeah (Cole, you stupid), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
[Chorus]
Look, I feel like I think too much
Spillin' my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much
Lost in the tides, try to get out, but I sink too much
Handle that pressure, turn to the liquor, I drink too much
Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much
Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me
But temptation dancin' in front of me and we link too much
Headed for greatness, but look, I ain't got the patience
I feel like I'm on the brink too much
[Verse 1]
Nigga writin' versеs while at work hustlin'
Niggas told me I dream too much
Feel I ain't drеam enough
I was makin' 80K a year but still broke, I put it all into music
I guess I believed too much
You can't tell me shit, nigga
I wrote down what I lived to become a rich nigga
I bet on me, I will volunteer my life and my wages
Employed all of my homies, so in turn, I was workin' for free
But I saw the vision there, just needed a chance in it
I ain't put me here, my nigga, the fans did it
In L.A. I opened doors for this soulful shit
Nigga's career like oven mitts how I had a hand in it
A storm comin'
Look blindly and bravely, I'm gon' stand in it
Tryna bring change to niggas lost in the hood
You can trap and be a young boy misunderstood
And we wonder why YoungBoy was up to no good, but fuck it
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