The Sky is Gray Lyrics

Lost myself about 6

God damn years ago

Yet I never been the one to fold

Always got the upper hand on myself

Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table

I walk 'em down Al Pacino

Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino

I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo

If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single?

Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle

Lost myself about 6

God damn years ago

Yet I never been the one to fold

Always got the upper hand on myself

Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table

I walk 'em down Al Pacino

Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino

I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo

If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single?

Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle

I've been California Dreamin'

Giving MACAVELLI style Goosebumps

808, hard kick, that's the ROM sound

Keep the speaker booming

Like I'm Ukraine, fuck a Putin

I got bad bitches boolin by the pool and hella top shotters got 'em tuning

Oh my god let me slow down, I'm really zooming

Let me go Chevy Spark on this motherfucker

Or a Mirage so I don't stutter

When I drop this then my pockets gon increase by about 92 HP

Have to walk sideways through a doorway like my name is Tammy

I just eat the beat like I'm Hannibal Lecter

Want my money greener than the second side of Bruce Banner

In my prime and I need my dues, y'all better start a prayer

I'm walking round pockets ode bigger than Shamu

All these people acting like Dunham

Switching up their personalities and acting brand new

I could get 'em Usain running

Showing off my abnormalities

And who

Really gon rob the cradle

See me stirring up the pot no ladle

Do this shit independent

I'm still screaming fuck a label

You can't join me at my table

I don't break bread for a fake ass bitch

Only passing out my revenue

To my homies who move militant

Got a head on their shoulders

And that F3 they all represent

Lost myself about 6

God damn years ago

Yet I never been the one to fold

Always got the upper hand on myself

Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table

I walk 'em down Al Pacino

Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino

I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo

If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single?

Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle

Lost myself about 6

God damn years ago

Yet I never been the one to fold

Always got the upper hand on myself

Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table

I walk 'em down Al Pacino

Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino

I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo

If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single?

Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle

Now, when I hit triples on the 144

Never look back for the red and the blue

Reaching for the billboard with the Focusrite on the floorboard

And the mic vise gripped on the dashboard

Ain't no selling my soul

7 more years ain't enough to carry out the shit I foretold

I'm predicting my growth with the mind of the Clairvoyant Twins

No more looking back in the past feel like Bron looking at you

With the grins, Michael told me that I had to sin

Get a little bop, have it all pop

Now you up there with the trends

So they call you ROM

You concoct all the shit that they never saw

Now you watching out for yo kin

And they saying Take Me With U

They all see you as a Prince

But they was on the sidelines

Never in the field they ain't friends

Yet they have the voice to even coach you

Smoke you

Saying ROM he isn't for the culture

That's the shit I really fucking hate

People in my ear who think they know what it take

Saying do this, do that

My lil homie from the 8 he wouldn't do it that way

While that motherfucker rapping on his BandLab

Never seen a studio

If it hit him in his motherfucking face

I work hard for my bragging rights

They all singing lullaby's

I'ma hit my 10 year

Rich as a white bitch, I could never lie

Lost myself about 6

God damn years ago

Yet I never been the one to fold

Always got the upper hand on myself

Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table

I walk 'em down Al Pacino

Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino

I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo

If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single?

Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle

Lost myself about 6

God damn years ago

Yet I never been the one to fold

Always got the upper hand on myself

Like I'm Kim K wearing sunglasses at the poker table

I walk 'em down Al Pacino

Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino

I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo

If that's yo bitch why she on the Gram being single?

Momma and my Poppa made the next Beetle