T h e C a l m . . . Lyrics

Demons callin' collect

I was picking up receivers like I play for the Jets

Backwards bitches swallow semen just to cover the stress

She list her grievance

I'll believe it when she covers her debt

She just a casualty

My fingers playing alchemy since niggas wouldn't vouch for me

Doubled down on me time

Wheels spinning like pottery

My output feeling like a nigga hit the lottery

And now look

Same ones that doubted

They got it out for me

Dialing back the reactions

Patience running thinner than prescription glasses

I got it from my Papa

Plus some women habits

I kick addictions like you niggas like to follow fashion

Found new balance in tunes

And through camera views

It don't matter the muse

Using channels that I handled

I'm directing the mood

Using steps that I choose to share these lessons for proof

Being honest

Shit get hard when you expressing your truth

But you get stronger when you flex

Them reps will represent you

Just know them checks gon' come with stress

But so will playing it cool

You play it smart

Or play the fool

I play to change all the rules

For real