Tell you how I feel inside?

They say it ain′t trill enough

They say it ain't drill enoughI′m coming from the illest side

I just know it's real enough

Fuck what niggas think of that

The salt is pink, the ink is black

The grass is green, the link is broke

Floating like the sink is broke, the drip is so consistent now

Watch him grow complicit, oh you flipping now?

Shit hit different, I need scissors now, cutting ties

Taperfading wit' no clippers, don′t ask no Kawhi′s

Turn stone cold, you get to fucking wit' my otherwise

Stretching out, my shoulders wide

All my burdens boulder size

Mama right off Bouldercrest

I was right off 63rd, you know the vibes

Archetypes and prototypes, I know those guys

Prеss me, I could go get my shit notarized

Instantly, no polaroids

Instantly, I′m Jonah, y'all gon′ havе to throw me overboard

Couple nights in the belly of the beast

Nigga came out like he know the lord, overjoyed

I don't understand

When is y′all niggas gon' realize? Uh

Real eyes realize real lies, huh

Real eyes realize real lies, help me see the truth

Tryna be more James, I walk in Peter shoes

Sparrows gotta be my views

Vintage frames I see 'em through

Fear God, I′m steppin′ in, no weapon formed, the needle move, the record scratch, the blessings pouring

Almost like I'm preapproved

For everything my credit good, my check is strong

My breakfast good, I′m shredding wheat the tears is gone I'm back in form

Overhead just like my baggage I unpack it for him

Don′t exaggerate I'm accurate this javelin throwin′

Tryna get my point across

Olympic preparations all these habits form

Elevated patterns, I can piss some pH balance off

Went against the wave but I'm no Hasselhof

Ain't no more low-key I took the silence off

Old school but the mileage new

Seen it from the palace view

Gotta be more hands on ain′t no way I get these calluses off

Skate grip, only ′cause they shape-shift

Famous for the fallacies

We been watchin' matadors

Y′all still putting batteries in niggas backs and power by they salaries

Should see 'em when the camera′s off, you know the drill

Hit the wrong thing and now I'm Holyfield

Huh

Help me see the truth

Tryna be more James, I walk in Peter shoes

Sparrows gotta be my views

Vintage frames I see ′em through