[Verse 1: Kojey Radical]
I woke up like there's nothin' they could do with me
Went to sleep half drunk, still got the juice in me
Usually wouldn't televise but they glued to me
Truthfully, nothin' come new to me
Nothin' feel like news to me
Someone said I'm underrated, that was news to me
'Cause the fam' eat good and sleep beautifully
If you think them boy better then prove it to me
Bring nothin' to the table, you ain't choosin' a seat
Take tequila with a mixer if ya needed it sweet
Just dial 1-800 and say you know me
Humble flex, yeah, I know but they needed to see
I ain't one of these other brother's that they tryin' to be
Imitation a flattery, baby, what sound better?
Like gettin' a new Chanel with the off-brand leather
I might get the old Chanel with the cashmere sweater
Had to roll up the sleeves so the drip drop better
Even in gridlock, don't shit stop
Any time I spin out, my lowest was just a pit stop
They can say they built for the journey until they flip-flop
The long road ain't build for us all, it's a distance
A lot of man ain't built for the war, it's a mismatch
A war that they rage on us all, show resistance
Maybe my intentions were pure
But the way the boy cook up, they ain't servin' this raw
Facts
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