[verse 1]
Now this right here, this is almost automatic
Up every night just studying the cla**ics
Yeah, but I get too distracted
Cause I got a thing for blondes with fat a**es
But everybody knew that
I know I'm the sh**, I just still have to prove that
Yelling "Who Dat" like I played for the Saints
Dudes hella jealous cause I'm everything they Ain't
Well this beat made me lean back
Cooling by myself, tryna figure where my team at
I'm tryna move, cause I'm tryna see cash
Doper than Cocaine, yo you best believe that
I'm watching every option, yeah you see me rocking
Ain't never thinking stopping cause I got it locked in
Oh boy, we having too much fun
I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one
See I'm thinking too much, tripping out, now my mind's gone
Always occupied cause I wanna be an icon
People acting faker than the breast of Dolly Parton
Pardon me as a turn up, I'm about to get started
I'm on it and I called it from the beginning
Never looked at competition, didn't know I was winning
What's up? What it do? All of this happening, I never had a clue
[Chorus]
Turning up
Turning up
Turning up
Turning up
[verse 2]
So I'm just pondering and honoring every second I get
Appreciate everyone that's close to me for this
For too damn long I guess I've been too quiet
Now it's time to start a riot, maybe get a little violent
So much weighing on my brain at the same time
I don't know what to do, too much on my mind
See I'm sitting in cla** tryna pay attention
But it's kinda hard just to sit listen
My mind won't stop, I don't know what to do
Watching my homie ball out at Mizzou
His dream came true, now he 'bout to eat
Tryna put myself together, get back on my feet
Now I'm cooking up something, Chef Boyardee
Focus on my future, yeah that's all me
Sitting at home, in the zone, all alone
Too many people blowing up my phone
I'm on, tell me really who's my competition?
Just some fake a** dudes that are getting some attention
Give a sh** if you're hype cause I'm knocking out your lights
Ain't never doing what's right, but I still keep it tight
Still on the Mic, teaching all these b**hes lessons
k**ing the scene since 13, I was prepubescent
One line at a time, still kicking these rhymes
Girls still yelling out that they love me long time
[Chorus]