MAPPED OUT, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I'll point and say that I want that

One finger out like Uncle Sam

Ain't gonna make her my world or my heart, my name ain't fucking WHAM

En route right now, dropping pins down

If she loyal then we dancing to slow jams

No label, I'm tryna go uptown

One day it'll be trips in the chauffeur

I'ma make all these guys feel jealousy

Outside stepping with J's on dead leaf

Orange shit but this ain't October

Riding these tracks like a fucking roster

Munching on Doritos, no monster

On the keyboard like David Foster

She gave up on me, I don't care if I lost her

Writing these tracks from left to right

I ain't even talking about ambidextrous

In the booth right now, I'm going straight uptown

Shit, still rocking summer sounds, I'ma do family proud

I know some guys tryna hate ah shit, that's a fucking tough crowd

King DCN been wearing that crown, making all these guys frown

I know some guys wanna hate on the kid, I'm in the booth right now

Look at the sky, it's like fucking blue and orange clouds, you already know how it is

King DCN he's rocking that shit, King DCN he's rocking that shit

Jewellery on my neck, glistening, I know some guys ain't fucking listening to my tracks so you better stop it

Stop tryna diss me man, you know I'm the one that's going to fucking win

I'ma make sure my shit grows so quick, do freestyles like I'm Tskinz

Every week I get new fresh trim

One day it'll be trips in the chauffeur

I'ma make all these guys feel jealousy

Outside stepping with J's on dead leaf

Orange shit but this ain't October

Riding these tracks like a fucking roster

Munching on Doritos, no monster

On the keyboard like David Foster

She gave up on me, I don't care if I lost her