LAYERS NF

[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
I got layers to me
I got plans, I got goals, I got tricks up my sleeve
I got calls, I got deals, I got people to meet
I got drive, I got soul, I got everything (Ayy)
I got scars, I got heart, I got family to feed (Woah)
I got people mad, I ain't who they want me to be (Ayy)
I got people I don't know tellin' me what I need (Ayy)
Yeah, I got loved ones sayin' that they prayin' for me
I'm thankful for the prayers, I need more of those
Put my hands together, bow my head and thank the Lord for (Ayy)
Everythin' He's done, yeah, ain't none of us immortal
So while I'm still alive, I got so much to look forward to
Addicted to the craft (Woah), got no time to chat (Woah)
This a lil' somethin' to hold 'em over for what's next (Woah)
Even when I guess (Woah), I get it correct (Woah)
Question my work ethic, that's a question you don't ask (No, no, no, ayy)
Yeah, don't ever question if I hustle, work a double
Drop a bomb on me, I climb right out the rubble, not a struggle
Tossin' me under the bus'll get you muzzled
Pop your bubble (Pop)
Throw your compliments right out the window (Ayy)
So unique with this
I can flip the script and change the schedule, you'd still think that it
Happened how it should've, keep it subtle, bunch of geniuses
Put their heads together, try to huddle up, but still they sit
Confused about how I learned to juggle (Ayy)
Toss around some concepts 'til I pick one
Usually, I don't alter my traditions
Foreign to me, hit 'em with the switch up
I just had to get this out my system
Been a handful, even with a mouth full of hand soap
I still say what I want to
Getting past? No
Better chance beatin' Usain Bolt in my sandals
To be candid, that's like puttin' minivans in NASCAR
With a grandma in the driver seat with her hands up
Show goes on even after the show's over
To get past me, you would have to kill me (Kill me, kill me, kill me)