My Terms

Might just sign a deal just to see how my name looks, on paper
Fuck it let’s go chase it
History in the making baby
Come through all wavy like
Furs on, shades on
Fuck it, it’s chinchillas
You know the vibes getting busy with my niggas (yeah, you know the vibes)
CEO’s all young running business
Big plans bout to make a killing, yeah
We running shit, who the fuck gon' stop us?
My nigga made 50 bands at his pop-up
My brother still getting cheques and he locked up, stacks on your head if you
cross us
Labels offer me money that I make off my merch
I laugh it off I know my worth
They’d rather see me in second place or third, but real niggas always come first
Always come first, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Had to sell some shit just to do my first show, sacrifices niggas wouldn’t know
Around a bunch of people but I still feel alone, emotions I’ll never ever show
Fuck it, this the grind this is everything I know, everything I do I’m on my own
Weigh out all my options I took the tough road, all my masters and everything I
own (yeah)
They say my flow nice like Drake’s is, want it all but I’m done wit' waiting
I know I got what I need to make it, made a promise that I won’t chase it
Not rich still turn down 7 figures, need my own terms, I ain’t wit' it (nah)
Promise imma be the one to do it different, I know that they will never see the
bigger picture, watch me paint it
Whole world know what my name is
I see it then I take it
Dreams I keep on chasing
Red wine to keep me faded, when I feel like I hate it
Never ever been basic, shades on can’t see faces
It feels like the matrix, flights I keep on taking
Places to places, I feel like I can make it (yeah)