to the edge

Pull up watch me push the limits, I been going toward the edge

Something deep inside it's itchin', gettin' cloudy in my head

Yeah I know that I'd be great if I could make it outta bed

That's the realest shit I've said, can you feel this shit I said

Got no plans to make a living doing things I understand

I would have to be alive inside to do what's in my plans, huh

How you make a living when inside is fucking dead

Find a way to turn the page, I'll have the whole world in my hands

Sayin' hallelujah, who the fuck that boy that in command

Harlem shakin' like I'm Joji, imma do my little dance

Is that a Rollie on my wrist? Nah that's a problem on my hands