[ Featuring Simply Ant ]
Tryna make rap the profession
I've been learning these lessons
This season been full of struggle
But I know that's part of the testing
Looked in the mirror caught myself flexin
Always knew I was Jetson
Jetflex with the best better than rest
Gotta be better than the next man
Thought I could see me on tv
Everybody finna see me
Everybody wanna be me
My family wouldnt believe me
My friends finna be jealous
My exes gone wish the yelled less
My thoughts was getting kinda reckless
My actions were getting too careless
Less than a man Spreading my seed
Blowing through trees
That's how you wake up without any ease
Struggling going to sleep
I couldn't snag any peace
Spending time with Theresa
And then some q with lisa
Taking shots with Felicia
All of them was Bonita
Everybody acting so diva
Don't get it twisted
I never was a chita
But if you ask too many questions
Might catch a case of amnesia
Took a bat to the past
Breaking that glass
God made me a leader
Now it's finita
Makin a bag off features
These bars don't come wit sequels
A point to prove
My scope in tune
Laser focused wit that nina
I'm ringin tunes
My sermons true
Gotta listen to ya preacher
Makin all my rounds
Like a quarter pound
The irony quite special
Get it
Flights delayed in ya city
Pulled up to my telly
I got shit to do
Always on the move
But tonight I'm lowkey ready
Scroll thru the phone
Checkin area codes
Which one of yal pullin up ready
Always on the go
Know what time I'm on
Don't be comin round actin all petty
Shit
Temp just changed
El Niño
My favorite wine is pino
Boriucas won
How they roll that tongue
Mamacita bad off 'migos
All the primas be muy frío
They introduced me to tío
Said he felt the bond
Started callin me son
Now I'm good when I'm roun them primos
Yea
Playin craps rollin 7s
Next roll prolly 11
When im in the zone
I be feelin at home
Any Ls I take be stressin
It's what I do
My status proof
No challenge flags
No reffin
My clip on full
Know I carry the tools
My waist band send a message
Preach
Top of the class wit hits
In the booth I don't miss
Text to my phone
Homie puttin me on
Said I need you on this shit
I lace the flow
Deadstock no more
I'm lethal wit that pen
My hoodie on
I vibe alone
I'm ruthless with this shit
Bet
Schools out now we graduated
Thank God that we finally made it
All it took was a little patience
All it took with some dedication
Too many around yeah we see them fakin
When the real arrived we see the fakin shakin
The fakers are some pigs we turn them in the bacon
Grateful for the path that we have taken
And all we asked for some elbow room
Some elbow room
And all we asked was for some elbow room
Some elbow room
