Poster Child! REASON

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
One-two, one-two, one-two
(Yeah, one-two, one-two, one-two)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, turn me up a little bit
Classic shit, nigga, look

[Chorus]
I'm gettin' high, hop it land me close to God
Yeah, yeah, I park my bucket next to whips that I'm supposed to drive
Shit, I'm the overthinkin' dramatic poster child
Yeah, yeah, I wish my granny and my granddaddy both alive
So they can see how far we took it

[Verse 1]
Hoodie and some Timbs, walkin' through the streets of Brooklyn
Times feel like I belonged thеre, I done had some strong yеars
Priorities fucked up whenever my goals near
Still find time when tequila and some hoes near
Never learned expression, I've been fightin' back some strong tears
Think I'm irresponsible, way I keep losin' people
Always pessimistic, lose a homie due to Crippin'
Done seen that shit in threes, now I'm waitin' on a sequel
God tell me there's a plan for me, Iraq got hit, it wasn't even in his damn city
Sit down with Dotty, he gave me tips to be the man, really realized, it's sad
While he talkin', I just wanna take a pic with him to brag
Thinkin' niggas had me twisted like I wouldn't make it here
So when I post these pixels, probably make it clear that I'm chosen, nigga
Old enough to see the shoes I done grown in, nigga
But young enough to still get game from the older niggas
Open time, I never advance
Ain't enough hours for me to touch every single fan
Signed my deal, now I'm everybody cousin
I aim to be the greatest and I put that on my brother, nigga, fuck it