Inflation Theory ft. MRA & Dookie Lyrics

So I got this gift, rapping

So I gotta rap around

Anybody that got it twisted

We got em tapping out

You acting out

Show em where it's at

Map it out

They don't wanna walk the walk they yappin' now

I be on a different route

Take distance

Lane switching

With a dame that's just built different

Young in the face but the frame vintage

They say I'm playing games at an old age

But they don't get it cause my game different

I was hanging with a lot of folks

Lots of smiles yea lots of jokes

But that don't mean that they stand-up though

But I'm a man and I'ma stand upon the path that I fucking chose

So many intersections splitting my perception

They ain't swaying me I'm staying on direction

Making no exception

Hard-headed, headed towards the exit

Far from ready

But I'm ready as I can get

I told my momma I would it make so

I won't stop making dough till we made it

Whatever roads they paved wasn't meant for me at all

So building my own lane was the way to go

Now what I say goes, y'all know how the saying goes

Play me close

They gon' need to perform a seance to conversate with ghosts

Mind pacing, I could never take it slow

Smooth operator when I take control

God-like like Godlike I'm not here to save a hoe

Some of these manes is hoes

Saw how they rolled, quickly skated off

Had to cut ties with fam not relatable

Since then I'm just watching tables turn

Haters taking turns hating so amazing

Already sharp and still getting more focused lately

Can't deny the work-ethic and success-rate correlation

Shine like constellations in the night time

Comfy in the darkest hour cause the nights mine

And I take over in the day time

That's how we stay rising

Swear the team never stops working

The power of y'all hate y'all overestimate

I mean if y'all ain't pressing play my world wouldn't stop turning

This for them youngin's holding down the spot putting work in

To college youths tryna' get a taste of the block hurting

Bump this in pops drop-tops and sub-urbans

Dodging potholes swerving

Your upbringing leaves a lot determined

But ain't all of it, I'm calling it

I seen too many face just a part of their fate and call it quits

Bobby from both worlds like the spirit portal

Put building bridges over building riches

Tryna' make the clique immortal

We pass the hustle on for generations

My sister just had a baby, I pray he'll have her patience

And her spirit

We'll break the chain and family history of bad relations

Build his merit

But I swear nothings gonna stop us

As long as this shits godlike and the gods got us