Keep my vision inward, gotta focus on my conscience
Ain’t nobody lying until you ask if they been honest
I been down that road before, modest the role of an artist is
Cultural marxist confused by the remnants of his carcas
My rest notes be on par with insomnia patients
Patience for others is never spacious
Turned off radio stations cause they food for thought was Asian
Paul George with the And-1, my clips are making y’all pace
Ye the people don’t understand, heard em say there’s no direction
Your reputation is only the size of your recollections
If you don’t have answers, you didn’t ask enough questions
I’m taking lessons in how to remember to always count your blessings
Easy to forget your purpose
Soul is never worthless like the dress shoes they wear inside of southern churches
Gotta branch my music out like birches
Til they never have my size, that’s how We Are The City’s merch is
But I still love y’all, that’s a light jab
They never break my skin so I’m ripping off the scabs
They study my music in labs or bump it in backs of cabs
Never stab a man who’s got the heart of a king, less you the Mavs
Or let them rule other lands like the Cavs
I like my songs split in halves like I’m eating grilled cheeses
Don’t need to question my ties so I’m blowing kisses to my nieces
My heart been broke to pieces too many times by people who don’t respect me
If the feelings ain’t mutual, then I ain’t giving out funds
I save those for bad times and spray them out when they turn good
If you expect more than what I’ve given, I’ve already done what I could
If you wanna know what I been through, you’ll find the spots where I’ve stood
Don’t back down from a challenge like Aubrey
My music more emotive than Carly Rae, maybe she could call me

Don’t play the heat if you can’t take it
Got MJ handles, they leaning like the Matrix
Man, these rappers bandwagon like the Lakers
LeBron pulling strings on fools like he Mayer
Miss me with that Insta
I’m gonna end careers then I’ll never mention ya
Got no dirt on me, it’s just staining ya
Got no lines, so I must be painting ya
All these people think my music alien
Yo, you just mad my music Mastiff when you Pomeranian
Missed the dunk, man, you shoulda laid it in
Missed the outline, so Imma shade it in
Never miss the beat like Kaiser Chiefs
Kansas City would be proud
I’m tryin to vibe but the deaf keep complaining that I play my music loud
Blast this shit til they come full circle
I’m on a run, make y’all jump like you running hurdles
Vibe is so myrtle, convo is internal
Steady working
On my convertible cause the roof got ripped off in a car chase
I guess that’s what happen when you constantly living out the visions in your head space
I gotta keep it face to face
I would never tell my pace to haste
Copy my moves over again like Imma bout to paste it
Adjacent from others, word to all my brothers down south
Lifting wheels soon, y’all goin see what I’m all about
Sick of all these people blocking my shine
Spine strong, straight stance when I drop dimes on ya
California dreams are worthless if you only care bout the surface
Heart pound for the underground