Hedo Türkoğlu how I work the magic
This ain’t work, I’m just servin’ practice
In my own lane, still they made me swerve the traffic
Write off poppy how I swerve the taxes
Just came here to express like the A train
But if you wan’ get local with the vocals
I’ll come across, run my garden and go postal
‘Cause y’all mad famous for years and still broke, ooh
Y’all chase bills, I Bill Russelled this shit
Led myself to a chip, who coasts you?
I see that pain in your eyes, who owns you?
I know you don’t know me, but fam, do you know you?
My eyes burn from how I see it well
All them jewels just your version of a BBL
And dudes would rather die than to be themselves
But I guess it’s just the ups and downs of this shit
Barkeep, pour a couple rounds of this shit
Fake shit all back in style yet again
We gon’ wait it out
Visions are fruitions
They kept me on the outskirts ’cause my intuition
Winnin’ off the same shit I pitched ’em
Watchin’ ’em strike out from a distance
Born and raised, Hell’s Kitchen
In the beginning, those close, they’ll miss it
Imported praise, had to go foreign to go local to go back to foreign now in London
They’ll sing this
Them same pitches that they turned down got me feelin’ home court where the pitch is
They’ll get it
So well wishes to you bitches
‘Cause through the ups and downs, I’m still in it, yeah
Guess it’s just the ups and downs of this shit
Barkeep, pour a couple rounds of this shit
Fake shit all back in style yet again
We gon’ wait it out
