Aura

I can't afford to let go

I don't abide by the rules

I'm telling you here and now, no, you could never get close

They trynna replicate me but they don't got the swag or the balls

They don't got the aura, the feeling, the mission to take it by force

They don't have the confidence, they can't handle being the 1%

We in love with chasing our dreams and we coming heavy, militant

I might put on faux leather jeans and mix it with Hellbent, heaven sent

I never felt this free before, I gotta relish it

I'm infatuated with the cheese, the dough, that is my medicine

I made a promise to myself, huh, in the third grade