In My Own Skin Lyrics

What's growing up when everything really relative

The closest thing I saw to men was uncles and relatives

Now I'm up in the mirror and the only one questioning

Myself looking at me, so who the fuck is the devil then

The opposite of God so I been dodging and weathering

Every single lil storm so I can rise above several men

The closest thing to you is who, I ask in the presence tense

A social election, I don't want be the damn president

My mama made me have the highest standards of elegance

I do this shit for us, I don't give fucks about relevance

I'm coming from a city where they shoot for the hell of it

On demon time, I guess the devil working to scare a jit

But I ain't scared unless its good cause I know I'm heaven sent

I ain't talkin bout sex when I say that you gone sell a bit

And all my biggest idols show me moves to get hella rich

But watching them gone take away from time to get settled in

My own skin

Nigga ima grind for the betterment

Y'all stinkin on the mic so ima give you a better mint

I cut up on this shit and I ain't talking bout severing

I'm built Ford tough but you be riding in Chevy's Ken

I'm coming with a aura, you can say it's a heavy scent

I'm tryna buy a neighborhood and be the one resident

No evil, but the way y'all niggas hating so evident

I'm looking at the world and this shit not making any sense

Got niggas killing niggas and them folks get a thrill in it

My mama made me so now she ain't gotta do anything

I'm drunk off of the liq so lets just see what the Henny bring

Y'all rocking with the boy or y'all just rock for these tennis chains

I kept it real cause all that hate gone just bring you plenty pain

I check in with the enemies and they dropped like twenty ranks

But really got no enemies cause I smoke and ventilate

And they rock with my shit and if you don't then you really hating

What's growing up when everything really relative

The closest thing I saw to men was uncles and relatives

Now I'm up in the mirror and the only one questioning

Myself looking at me, so who the fuck is the devil then

The opposite of God so I been dodging and weathering

Every single lil storm so I can rise above several men

The closest thing to you is who, I ask in the presence tense

A social election, I don't want be the damn president

What's growing when everything really relative