All These Lyrics

Know I'm feeling brighter than the light above

Though a little dimmer

When I'm fighting off the buzz coming strong

Gotta feeling that I'm doing well

Lotta people playing all my shit on the air

Feeling swell with it

Boutta be making a profit locking on the stacks

No fucking hands out cause you know I ain't no Mohammad

I'm killing kindness no lie

Pushing my own feet to the sky

Denying all when they try

All in the corner they crying and shit

Now I'm seeing myself on billboards

Capabilities towards my dream goals

Been fighting for this shit ever since I was real young

Practice all up on my craft

Until I pass out on my back

Out here making all these moves

Wowed these people with my tunes

Down here feeling on my moods

Know these women in the groove

Know my albums coming soon

Got me howling to the moon

Know these rappers they all doomed when the shit drops

You know I like to talk a lot about me

Trynna relate from my past while being modest of it

Trynna help out all my fans but that's another topic

Boutta go off on the shit instead of trynna solve it

These people love to talk a bunch of shit

Not realizing who they dealing with

Trynna get me out my zone and shit

Not understanding what the fuck you saying bitch

You mumbing calling out my name

And thinking you a king in this game

(Show you how to do this shit in Ottawa)

I'm tired of all these fake bitches

Acting like they got your back until they stabbing in the back

I'm tired of all of these damn hoes

Begging for your heart until you running outta the dough

Ay

I'm tired of all of these fake friends who make amends

The minute that they see you big

Until your wallet start to shrink

Everybody wanna be the king

Nobody wanna put in the work to make they dream big

Nobody seeing shit

Ain't nobody wanna be the man

Nobody willing to help on the poor or the sick

All the people want a Benz or patron

All alone in they room wonder why they ain't lit

Money money all the time

Solving my problems a dollar a time

Suicidal thoughts all up on my mind

Time to be popping these pills and get high

Feeling so good fuck a time for a grind

All of these problems all up on my mind

Time to move on man I'm ready to shine

Working my flow and my rhymes all the time

Killing a flow on moment to go

Live in the moment and feeling it flow

Tom Orlando know the best in the O

Not a Rapper man this blowing the show