ODYSSEY III Lyrics

Never gotta flex but I got 'em like whoa

See me in stu', dude, high up in the dome

Cooking with a crew, who would've ever known

We would take it this far coming from the soul

Didn't know we'd get far

Did a couple shows

And I keep it lowkey but a speaker 'bout to blow

Know I gotta thank God

Do it on the low

When I'm home all alone on my own, no phone

I'm told to atone for my sins then I grow

Get it right, chest light, then I'ma glow

See me in the books but no centerfold

Book of life type I ain't tryna be bold

I be tryna keep it low

Keep it humble in my flow

I ain't flexing with the gold or the money or the cold ice

I don't need no vice...

You can't take it all with you said the old advice

Ya

Better say that twice

If you all about the money I don't play that type

I'ma listen to the artist who gon' change that sight

Not that artist who went and bought it for the A-list rights

Nah

But some about it and they make up their mind

And they leaving it for no reason 'cause they whipping the ride

Ripping that life, superficial riches, dip in the pie

Make it a slice, maybe two, 'cause the greed in their eyes

Yeah

Gotta leave it behind

I'm only taking what I'm needing for a simpler time

If you be sowing you be reaping more than dollars and rides

You gotta focus on the realest not material highs

Nah

Lets keep it real with no subliminal lie

You can tell it by the presence and the way that it feel

A creeper fiending for some reason to exploit the whole deal

Don't be a cheater tryna mess the gear up breaking the wheel

Nah

Dismiss the nonsense

The wolf will profit

See through the toxic fumes in the mosh pit

Where the cash at

Don't trip in that trap

Where you be scheming and be thieving

Get a backpack

Get your own books

Get a new look

I ain't talking 'bout no gucci or a new cut

I'm talking 'bout a modern fam' plan, all clutch

Talking 'bout a chill spot with ya true love

Suburban homestead

I'm feeling all set

Not for the moment

But for the whole set

I'm throwing no bets

I only make checks

Me and my baby cook a stew up and it beefless

Never gotta flex but I got 'em like whoa

See me in stu', dude, high up in the dome

Cooking with a crew, who would've ever known

We would take it this far coming from the soul

Didnt know we'd get far

Did a couple shows

And I keep it lowkey but a speaker 'bout to blow

Know I gotta thank God

Do it on the low

When I'm home all alone on my own, no phone