[Verse 1: Toine]
Look, how the fuck did I
Get here? I ain't talking being alive
I mean working for the machine with the dream in my eye
No contact, if you wack, you don't need a reply
This nigga O told me early there's a seat in the ride
To success 'bruh. You blessed, what you need, I provide
So if i wasn't shot-gunning, it was me and my pride
Got me feeling the same way I felt my Grandmomma died
I'm getting old, time bleeding out, this ain't what I dream about
Up beating the sun, on that first bus leaving out
The city just ain't for me no more, trust when I'm breathing out
The smoke. When I be on stage, they be like, 'Toine Go!'
But back home, I'm still a John Doe from upper Marlboro
Nah Yo, fuck that, if I ain't got the condo
Living bomb jo, fuck your top 5 convo
I'm gone so passed like, Rajon Rondo
Gotta keep it real like Los Blancos, I rep for my mom, Jo
Yo, plus who got my back too
And 'ion mean for whatever rap do, it's just a capsule
I'm actual
[Verse 2: Oddisee]
Most of my fans think that I'm underrated
I put myself within the box amongst the ones who made it
Amongst the greatest and the latest at the same time
I'm killing stages with your favorites and evading Shine
And me I'm fine with the position that I'm in
But my listeners think I should be positioned in the tens
Top fives, number ones, all the awards
And all the shit that comes with it, that I tend to ignore
This is classic over fashion, lasting over passing
Passion over niggas who just do shit for reactions
I may not ever be on BET at a show
But I done seen the fucking globe so fuck accepting some gold
Fuck your VIP parties I'd rather chill on the sofa
Smoke some shisha, my feet up, my lady bout to come over
No chips upon my shoulder, I'm just speaking how I feel
My nigga I'm good for real I got a house with a
Fridge full of meals, a lot of time to kill
And my nigga I'm good for real
Look, how the fuck did I
Get here? I ain't talking being alive
I mean working for the machine with the dream in my eye
No contact, if you wack, you don't need a reply
This nigga O told me early there's a seat in the ride
To success 'bruh. You blessed, what you need, I provide
So if i wasn't shot-gunning, it was me and my pride
Got me feeling the same way I felt my Grandmomma died
I'm getting old, time bleeding out, this ain't what I dream about
Up beating the sun, on that first bus leaving out
The city just ain't for me no more, trust when I'm breathing out
The smoke. When I be on stage, they be like, 'Toine Go!'
But back home, I'm still a John Doe from upper Marlboro
Nah Yo, fuck that, if I ain't got the condo
Living bomb jo, fuck your top 5 convo
I'm gone so passed like, Rajon Rondo
Gotta keep it real like Los Blancos, I rep for my mom, Jo
Yo, plus who got my back too
And 'ion mean for whatever rap do, it's just a capsule
I'm actual
[Verse 2: Oddisee]
Most of my fans think that I'm underrated
I put myself within the box amongst the ones who made it
Amongst the greatest and the latest at the same time
I'm killing stages with your favorites and evading Shine
And me I'm fine with the position that I'm in
But my listeners think I should be positioned in the tens
Top fives, number ones, all the awards
And all the shit that comes with it, that I tend to ignore
This is classic over fashion, lasting over passing
Passion over niggas who just do shit for reactions
I may not ever be on BET at a show
But I done seen the fucking globe so fuck accepting some gold
Fuck your VIP parties I'd rather chill on the sofa
Smoke some shisha, my feet up, my lady bout to come over
No chips upon my shoulder, I'm just speaking how I feel
My nigga I'm good for real I got a house with a
Fridge full of meals, a lot of time to kill
And my nigga I'm good for real
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