$ight Set

My sights set to the top, hear the bottles pop

Celebration for a drop, wake up to the guap

Go to sleep to it too, make another knot

I went to bed alone, keep my mind off a Thot

Cause that's not gonna get me to the M's

Focused on myself, can't give a fuck about them They doubt the plan, tell me that the

Chance is slim

P's on the beat, as long as I got him

Cooking up heat, I reap but not grim Brightest one, under the sun, y'all too dim

Hoes come and go, don't go hanging on the limb

Indulging every whim, since the womb I had to win