A New Cycle

[Verse]

Rocking open-toe shoes and sandals

People I know moving keys, but they don’t play piano

Lotta money in my palm like tarantulas

Losing focus like a J. Cole album

I don't need your endorsement, go and buy yourself a vowel

You’d think I own Panera the way I’m getting bread

This verse is dedicated to my accountant and the IRS

Every day’s a different chick, no Chick-fil-A

Got more followers than LeBron’s hairline

I saw the sign, no Ace of Base

Now you only hear my voice in your ears, no AirPods

My skin tough like the winter in Minnesota

I'm the sauce in your pasta and the cheese on your gnocchi

Baking this beat and it's way past golden

I'm eating all the competition, plate wide open

You never see the weak destroy me I'm focused

I'm exceedin expectations you barely meetin quota

 

[Verse]

Look, my shooter 2 for 2, we call it a heat check

My cousin doin' time, I ain't send him a free check

I still got a PS2, just gimme a reset

I'm known for gettin' even, I'm a walkin' evenin'

I go out in public, got 'em all beamin'

Your ex callin' back, I ain't talkin' 'bout Venus

You the type to call the whole block when you reach a

Callin' reinforcements? We gon' reinforce it

We gon' run up in the spot and bring it full scale

Gotta get to it

And my foot stuck on the pedal, that’s how I like to do it

When I step out, they say, "Youngin', you be goin' stupid"

And I do it for my brothers, ain't no more excuses

Ain't no more excuses

 

[Verse]

Grindin’ harder than a starving artist

The money just a target, so I’m shootin’ where the stars is

Burnin’ up my problems, lookin’ deeper than the darkness

never bothered, it’s a cycle I got caught in

Yeah, I don’t really care if you get me

All these rappers think they poppin’ ‘cause they came with confetti

You really think you ready? ‘Cause this beat gettin’ heavy

Sorry, pardon my energy

I been busy tryin’ to take it farther than enemies

Like it’s a specialty—nah, it’s more like a tendency

I got so many tendencies, that’s why I got so many dreams

Like I’m famous, but I’m not

Started at the bottom, and I’m still here

Man, it’s not fair

All this paper in the air, feel like Nas here

And I swear that I don’t even care

 

 

Grindin’ harder than a starving artist

The money just a target, so I’m shootin’ where the stars is

Burnin’ up my problems, lookin’ deeper than the darkness

never bothered, it’s a cycle I got caught in