into my heart

Am i really making plays or playing into their hands?

They pre "timid and scared" but the vision is there

That's why i never get into it or intimate yeah

They see straight thru my silly shit won't deal with it yet

But they peep my class like a syllabus, this isn't a test

I'm just tryna cash all my writtens in, it isn't a check

Labels wanna buy my respect? i reject every offer

Cut 'em off like hoes that want me on they roster

Guess that's what I gotta do when feelings get awkward

Feeling hypoxic, feel like im locked in bench press