Inflation Theory ft. MRA & Dookie Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
So I got this gift, rapping
So I gotta rap around
Anybody that got it twisted
We got em tapping out
You acting out
Show em where it's at
Map it out
They don't wanna walk the walk they yappin' now
I be on a different route
Take distance
Lane switching
With a dame that's just built different
Young in the face but the frame vintage
They say I'm playing games at an old age
But they don't get it cause my game different
I was hanging with a lot of folks
Lots of smiles yea lots of jokes
But that don't mean that they stand-up though
But I'm a man and I'ma stand upon the path that I fucking chose
So many intersections splitting my perception
They ain't swaying me I'm staying on direction
Making no exception
Hard-headed, headed towards the exit
Far from ready
But I'm ready as I can get
I told my momma I would it make so
I won't stop making dough till we made it
Whatever roads they paved wasn't meant for me at all
So building my own lane was the way to go
Now what I say goes, y'all know how the saying goes
Play me close
They gon' need to perform a seance to conversate with ghosts
Mind pacing, I could never take it slow
Smooth operator when I take control
God-like like Godlike I'm not here to save a hoe
Some of these manes is hoes
Saw how they rolled, quickly skated off
Had to cut ties with fam not relatable
Since then I'm just watching tables turn
Haters taking turns hating so amazing
Already sharp and still getting more focused lately
Can't deny the work-ethic and success-rate correlation
Shine like constellations in the night time
Comfy in the darkest hour cause the nights mine
And I take over in the day time
That's how we stay rising
Swear the team never stops working
The power of y'all hate y'all overestimate
I mean if y'all ain't pressing play my world wouldn't stop turning
This for them youngin's holding down the spot putting work in
To college youths tryna' get a taste of the block hurting
Bump this in pops drop-tops and sub-urbans
Dodging potholes swerving
Your upbringing leaves a lot determined
But ain't all of it, I'm calling it
I seen too many face just a part of their fate and call it quits
Bobby from both worlds like the spirit portal
Put building bridges over building riches
Tryna' make the clique immortal
We pass the hustle on for generations
My sister just had a baby, I pray he'll have her patience
And her spirit
We'll break the chain and family history of bad relations
Build his merit
But I swear nothings gonna stop us
As long as this shits godlike and the gods got us