I want more

I got to figure out what's best for me

Five years later, I'm still perfecting the recipe

Another five, I'm not trying to wonder what's left for me

Very strong line between exhausting dreams and what's meant to be

I'm in this shit for more than some famous friends and expensive keys

I couldn't tell you last time that I got some beauty sleep

They should've never let me speak, especially over beats

These bitches birds but niggas parakeets, this shit is more than deep

Shanti you (Ok), nah, turns out she was right

They mirror Judas, forgive me but Jesus Christ

For a price they going to lay you out over ice