Yes Sir Lyrics

I sit back and kick it to relax but I can't

'Cause I seem to have a genie in my mind like a lamp

I'm thinkin' up some wishes but I'm humble like Kendrick

I know what I like and what I want I'm commended

I'm confident it'll all work out as intended

I'd be lying if I stated that I wasn't even trying

I'm mindin' my own business in this shit like a fly

I be rhymin' 'bout the standing ovation I'ma get when hittin' stages

It's crazy I been plannin' this in so many phases and it hasn't even phased me

And maybe my lyrics gettin' better as of lately

But I kinda be pacin' the floor like I'm 'boutta get evicted from this business

How is that for a knock at the door

And you are not gonna be positive exactly what will happen as you open up that bitch

And as you tend to play it over in the back of your mind you will be hopin' you'll get rich

Sippin' slowly on some liquor if you know me you know I'm no real alcoholic

Homie believe me I am honestly showing nothing phony

If I was then disown me

In the meantime, I'm controllin' every breath that I take

And I move myself deliberately, each step makes me a better person

Never worse than I was because I'm hurtin'

And the pain will go away when I discover whatever is lurkin' deep down inside me

I'm raising the stakes like my filets are in the air

And you are crazy insane if you think I will never care

'Cause I'm makin' a change and I am not a cashier

This beat here, it's the type no hook is needed

A little bit Influenced by J. Cole and Lil Dicky

And as I progress on my journey, I tend to be a lil' picky

Yearning for something that some would call perfection

I guess it's just instinct

No boy band but we're all in sync, most of us anyway

Some sip CÎROC and some sip Hennessey

Some want it all and some the bare necessities

Either way we all search for the perfect recipe

And yes, it be quite the analogy

For the way to live and behave and coexist

But most forget the "co" part

I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil Dicky

Sometimes it's Young Sinatra by Logic

Other days, J. Cole comes through the speakers with The Come Up or The Warm Up or Friday Night Lights

All solid classics I draw inspiration, I grasp it

For each aforementioned album, I'm not trynna pass it or match it

I just wanna get established

And fashion some sort of source of income or fanbase

I know I got what it takes

What a cliché if I say so myself

If I may elaborate on that income line

I don't wanna do this shit for wealth

I mean I really do but I don't

I mean I get confused cause the old saying goes

Be careful what you wish for

And me I typically exercise an abundance of caution

I gotta do somethin' 'fore I end up in a coffin

Either way, no amount of proof or evidence will keep people from scoffin'

At me, or you, authority too

I don't pay no mind cause there ain't shit I can do