rite na today Lyrics

Still on my phone, still on the rise man

Still making the beats on this bridge, still recording on this beat

Following the footsteps pop

Wake up in the morning, hit a run, probably footsteps pop

I'm following the footsteps pop

Loving all the process, Brody got me cooked if he's not

They probably got a book for your problems

Maybe you could find it in your life when you look, when you stop

Cause Brody got me cooked if he's not

I feel like I'm disguised with the dreadheads

Throw my bitches down, is it me

You gotta look between the locks

I'm chew the meat up, don't spit the bone out

I gotta cook between the box

My Brody got me booked before I stocked

I still got it hot

You in tremble if you stood where I got

Fuck it

I ain't talking bout the stage, talking rage

Looking at my dad face, making grades

Way below this shit, I know that I can make

They probably hit him hard cause he knew my middle name

To see me not apply myself, I throw that shit away

Everything

Imma cry, but I could do that shit today

(nigga talking)

Imma cry, but I could do that shit today

The earth still spinning, if y'all don't move, you in the way

My pops so smooth, it's like he knew Anita Baker

My mama tell the truth, it's up to you if you would take it

I need my inner peace, it's kind of rude the way I

You need your inner peace, I guess it's Kung Fu Panda movie night

If you ain't finna try, you can't come tell me I ain't do it right

Ion know about three years, who the fuck we finna do tonight

I quit soda, put it in my drink, you ready to do the light

That's a lil too much, start over

You finna come sit up in my lap, you better go bust it open

Cause I been focused for three months, I ain't been clutching lotion

So I feel the urge, I know that it's enough for motion

Tisk, tisk, tisk, tisk

I got it nigga, act it up

Sweet patchouli on my body, smooth as butter nigga

Tisk, tisk, tisk, tisk

Everything you find in me, best believe you could go find that in some other nigga

But that don't mean that I'm that other nigga

I lied on the application, I don't like being undercover nigga

Im not no agent, not no 07 or no Jason Bourne

I'm trying to be all over your story, wit my face recorded

The ironic part is that we can't have access to the exact same shit

However, the difference in the utilization is in the perception

Boi if you don't cut this shit out, take that shit somewhere else, nigga

Fuck it up, fuck it up, let's get it right

Fuck it up, fuck it up, let's get it right

Fuck it up, let's get it right

Fuck it up, let's get it right

I'm a virgin, I ain't hit that, no Ronald Reagan

Wanna get rich off stupid shit, then tell the school, that's how I made it

Misconstrued, they calling me rude, I'm not in the mood for conversation

Kinda cooling being delusional', makin' music my awaken

Tryna get dueced get a pull thru, loose my occasion

It's a must have, a nigga give a fuck about motivation

It's a must have, a nigga give a fuck about motivation

It's a must have, a nigga give a fuck about motivation

Switch your name on em, I can give a fuck about a title

I can't cop a piece, I don't want you suicidal

But I got a bro, he pop ya in a stomach, hot, yeah

We still leave you couple Mydol

If I need some intel, I go eat wit my disciples

We don't speak, we hittin' Braille, cause my bro know how to type it

When you swingin' to the conclusion, I thought bro let in a spider

I been learnin' about the underground, smokin' with the byers

Zee up on the screen, someone sneeze, so I paused it

Rick and Morty, onesie, corner on my closet

Throw it on my body, throw me in a coffin

Ronald Reagan lain swear to bro I'm not

Don't try to argue with me

You ain't wanna talk to the nigga

That's a pardon to me

Niggas gon' put dirt up on my name

Others give me flowers, it's a garden to me

Every time you talk, nigga breath stank

As fuck

That shit garbage to me

Don't spit garbage to me