P.S. Lyrics

She said why you need the whole world in your palms

Siahda yea, yea

She said why you need the whole world in your palms

I said it's here for the taking inshallah it's for me and you

I glow like my opponents only stars

In the field with creation just knowing God finna see it through

If I up see it through

Like time ain't foreseeable

My grind on leave me alone

My drive Lamborghini coup

My mind on these dreams

I won't be lying shit I pinky swore

They all like no you can't be speaking bout who I think

You talking bout that nigga beat down on the brink

So it's motherfuck all them shawty Bentley truck balling probably

When them rough waters come around won't let us sink

Cuz shit it's tough walking round like they don't know my vision

Ain't no way I won't blow I just been loading ammunition

Yea they can see it's dope not how it grow into addiction

But people I don't know still at my show like damn you different

They'll start a prohibition

Once you all engulfed in the smoke like I spoke a incense

Put notes on all the doors of your goats and I wrote eviction

My lows just got me lit now the only road is ascension

Was tripping thought I spoke to the Holy Ghost at a distance

He dropped a pin within and brought the pen without me

Put down that twenty twen twen had my ambition cloudy

Reminiscing thinking what a lil clarity would've brought around me

Look at me different was a case of charity feeling lost he found me

Now I look at my pain embrace

Had to learn how to thank mistakes

Now they're booking like change of pace

Like they're in an endangered space

Imagine dinner dates after we flip like 10 estates

And we can spin the states a million different plates

She said why you need the whole world in your palms

I said it's here for the taking inshallah it's for me and you

I glow like my opponents only stars

In the field with creation just knowing God finna see it through

If I up see it through

Like time ain't foreseeable

My grind on leave me alone

My drive Lamborghini coup

My mind on these dreams

I won't be lying shit I pinky swore

Whoa, wait

Thank the true one crew gon, pray

We recluse in the booth so, stay

A way away don't get too close, wait

Shit ain't sweet shit ain't glucose

Pages flipping just like the seasons do in the 6 1

4 Remember Mcchicken 3 was getting 2 split 1

Know it was just matter of me just sticking to script come

Snow rain sleet or apocalypse told them pick one

Watch the way I weather the whether the storm bring

Profits or problems I hear knocking I lift the door chain

Ain't say I'm a product of violence but I've endured pain

And products arounds me brought some more when they left my boy slain

Shit brought me back to the bottom I'm feeling war again

But we told our mommas I promised we're never poor again

Keep dead presidents precedent not the whirlwind

It's MOF don't question what we do it for again

She said why you need the whole world in your palms

I said it's here for the taking inshallah it's for me and you

I glow like my opponents only stars

In the field with creation just knowing God finna see it through

If I up see it through

Like time ain't foreseeable

My grind on leave me alone

My drive Lamborghini coup

My mind on these dreams

I won't be lying shit I pinky swore