Glorious

Step back then lean You know I'm a big deal when I pop up on the screen One step, two step, listen and follow my lead So cold got ice everywhere that I be Big drip, big whoop, that fit so clean Big hitters, big missers, the f*ck you mean Spit shit, kill shit, then I just leave Do a run of the show then I need my peace (c'mon, c'mon) Now I gotta bring the heater when the homies meet her I know my brothers and I see that they can be so cold Done with being meat beaters, and they all some dreamers Deep down they be feigning for a girl to hold I see the jealousy, but damn they should know better Keep a distance from me, acting like they go-getters They all be plotting on me, oh you think you're so clever I see through that shit like mirrors cuz there's no effort Yuck Imma get it goin Imma get it goin Imma get it goin Imma get it goin (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon) Imma get it goin (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon) Imma get it goin (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon) Imma get it goin (c'mon, c'mon) Imma get it goin This shit is fucking Glorious I pop out of the tour bus Looking like I'm Victorious I make the fans weep I got 'em yelling get down, stick 'round, look up, look now Feeling scared to ever fall asleep You have no idea what it means to be me Half the shit I do is stuff you couldn't even dream Hello, hello, phone ringing, gotta go and see who needs to get a hold of me, I know you won't believe Believe, believe, in me, you still don't give a shit Took my fifteen minutes and I fucking double dipped Then I knew I had something when this hip hop clicked And if you're not for it you can get lost bitch We making something out of nothing, think I'm giving up for what, and if I said that I was bluffing, till the polish isn't buffing, till the pencil isn't smudging, till my mom says no more cussing, Imma tell you right now I ain't stopping for nothing You feel me? I lost my mind a bit Yeah I admit it I was slipping All that taking but no giving Now that fate can't be forgiven Ask forgiveness not permission These people never listen I can hear bitchin every time I speak Everyday I feel more weak And this situations precious I'm using all my privileges to send a fucking message Instead of being awful I'd rather be a blessing And I mean when I say this This is all the f*ck I have And when I think of random lyrics I go back to the lab I'm still not talking to dad, but I can tell it's smoothing over All I gotta do is trust the angel on my shoulder Everyday I'm getting older I can feel it when my skin gets colder