Words From Above Lyrics

Got a problem, I face it I never run from it

Ain't no setback, you won't see me bouncing back from it

Chase opportunity, won't ever see me waiting on it

Filled with entitlement in life yet blaming on it

Gotta buckle up this life doesn't owe you shit

They keep my name in they mouth and talk like they knowing shit

Goal reacher, the go getter, the grab Chetta

The boy clever he spitting bars like he knowing shit

Fresh off a flight then hop on another plain

While they claim that they know me just cause they know my name

She say we're much alike, nah baby we not the same

I'm on a higher game of chest, up on a larger frame

Pest to the ones that ain't with the catalog

Pest to the ones that deny I got it raw

Best wishes to the ones I'm always counting on

The ones who are really involved and don't just ride a long

The ones trippin on me, cannot get a call with me

VIP for the ones that would take the fall with me

Got love for one and all that on the road with me

And through consecutive failure, they stood and stuck with me

Yea, dreaming of days where I lay back at the house

And have different Wifi's for different parts of the house

Mansion so big why even call it a house

Asking how am I so rich and watch TV by myself

I want a pool that fits two hundred and still swim by myself

They putting trophies on they shelfs, I want a bigger shelf

I got to goal in life and that's to always top myself

Competition is me, and that's what I taught myself

Seatbelt on and take a trip down Mary Lane

Sip coladas and puffin on Mary Jane

Got a higher-level IQ, I don't need counterclaim

And I don't look at bodies, its straight to the head I aim

Don't ask me why I do it, girl I don't have to explain

White t-shirt the game, and the plan is to leave a stain

Daily doses of liquor and nicotine for the pain

And I'm certain and well aware there's way more to life to gain

Don't tell me you feel alive, with a nine to five

Don't tell me you giving up when it's time to thrive

Don't tell me you lost your wings when it's time to fly

Words from myself in the future living a different time

Meditation got me talking to my future self

I look up to no one other than my future self

I saw pictures of myself than ain't been takin yet

Devil's details in the back like does it ring a bell

Hop on a beat and act like I ain't got to soul to sell

Get out the house in survival mode like I'm out the cell

Pressure builds up as I notice they don't wish me well

I plan revenge as I play it out like I cannot tell

Yea, like I cannot tell

The ones I left in the past, walking the same road

And want bad for me, as they see I'm on a different road

Couldn't help themselves to get lifted up when I dropped the rope