AKA - Composure lyrics

[Intro:] One, two, one, two [Verse 1: AKA] Why you ga**ing dawg? Why you comin' to my table without asking dawg? I know you hate me with a pa**ion, I ain't mad at y'all I know you f** with every cla**ic in my catalog And it go word [?], team thick as LootLove Cashtime with the Sheen Team, push dust I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts Cause when you the real thing n***a's get touched And it's Super unlocked, unlocked I don't give a f** about your number one spot Corporate's sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks Word to all my Naija homies getting telecom guap In the billboards That's the sh** that I k** for Big dreams since I was a lil' boy I'm stressed Middle finger to the press Tried to give a f** but I ain't got a f** left I'm blessed Let me ball like the Ballon d'Or Forbes if you ever fall it's a cannonball Miss me with the bullsh** like El Matador I just hope you're that involved when the camera off Bang, bang, bang and it's all about the moola Big shout out to Sbuda, smoking Buddha in Abuja Tunnel vision got me thinking future like computers 20 b**hes swimming in the pool like barracuda, oh Maybe I should spit something we can build with I think we all need change who got the till slip? It's way beyond Drake and Meek Mill sh** f** a fiance, I got a lil' kid Even Ricky called me the other day Stuck in the middle, it's sad that we can't collaborate Tried to be civil until I saw your Twitter page But I was out in Europe doing bigger things See when it rains it pours Understand with me when it's war, it's war Thinking back you wasn't even national yet Matter fact, I used to be a fan of your sh** Young King, I should've took you under my wing Instead I let you under my skin I know coming up is a wonderful thing But even I get uncomfortable when they call me the King I know you play like you humble but we just one and the same You tryna stay out of trouble and I'm just stuck in my lane I hope the pressure don't make me buckle, so much in my plate Appetite for destruction this sh** is like a buffet, hey, hey, hey [Hook] Hold it now, hold it now, hold it now This ain't your moment we own it now You feelin' some type of way They gon' ask me what this song about Composure, composure Composure, composure Hmmm know yourself I'm from the future, let's take it back to the music Cause I can't control myself [Verse 2: AKA] My n***a's on the road f**ing crazy b**hes I be on my phone looking through my baby pictures That's what the f** you call a juxtaposition Had enough of these clubs but they don't wanna miss it All the bae's blow me kisses Drinkin' champagne just to piss it n***a's been saying all my sh** authentic Every Trinidad James get your fifteen minutes Heard your new release, put that sh** on fast-forward Captain of my team, this a contact sport This is combat, need a ball sack for it This a marathon track, all the boys on 'roids Time to hit the road, pull your money up Went gold but you n***as did it funny style KO didn't even try to floss with it Saying oh, when you with it like a boss n***a All this talk about God, I'mma show you hell Bring it to your face like L'Oriel My n***as in position when they ring the bell They gonna get your ponytail like the Holy grail That's the problem with you new school cats Took your old style from Malumkoolkat I got my hands in the dirt Such a pity that you can't dance on the verse [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm the reason n***as had the saga on repeat Now you wanna charge me eighty thousand for a beat? Load it up on data file, put it on wax Streets on smash but your video trash Lately I been going through some changes Tryna figure out where I let my momma down Cause the mother of my child is an angel Do I blame it on myself or this fame sh**? Busy putting in the hours, final touches to the album When I should have bought you flowers and the bracelet Now we gotta make different living arrangements All the family gonna see this sh** in the papers My father telling me, "don't make the same mistakes" Coming home late and the plate's in the microwave Now you got your very own baby face We were so in love back in '88, anyway I don't give a f** what you say to me All you b**hes in the club look the same to me I'mma need a double cup like a major league Why you tryna front like you ain't afraid of me? Super mega touch down every city you go Heard you moving up now in the city of gold When I go to Maftown, I'mma sit on the throne Tryna fill up the dome, 'bout to fill up your home, oh [Hook]