[ Featuring tae miles ]
Hard headed, my M.O.
Butterfingers, I never caught the memo
I haven't even met all the lives I live for
The passion allows me to develop kinfolk
The moment y'all allow me to grace the earlobe
Just ponderin the reason what I'm really here for
I can't eem lie I'm liable to explode
God throwin' all types of lobs, uh
That's when I'd close my eyes, uh
The purpose of the work is outside, uh
I'm fried yaw, I apologize uh
The times I should murder my pride
Turn the other cheek, polish the blind eye
Ask around I'd rather get on my grind
God got a plan fa me, bruh laughin' at mine
(It look like Tae need)
Help
I can't help but feel like I'm not in control
As the ground is moving underneath my toes
Is it good or is it bad, who really knows?
Help
Got these angels 'round me they protect my soul
Got these haters tryna break into the fold
This greatness, I been breaking out the mold
Greatness
