SORTA KINDA

(Doo doo doo doo doo) Young boy ruthless Lacing up my sneakers, I been following the blueprint Stackin up the problems in my mind, I been through it I don't even chat about it boy I just do it (I just do it) What you know about me Flyer than a new fit but I buy cheap Chiller than a stoner but I don't puff tree Tryna find the vision but somehow it found me (It found me, that's crazy) Bitch I feel alive I'm that motherfucker they be asking me to slide, yuh Nothing gon' impress me anymore the bar is higher I don't do appearances unless my fit is fire Nowadays a lotta people got it sorta kinda Alotta music cool sorta kinda Talking loud but are you down to work? sorta kinda Sorta kinda Destiny's a bitch but I ain't stopping 'till I wife her Welcome to the underground We appreciate your searching See me and all my clowns are tryna move out of this circus (Perfect) But the rent is unaffordable Going round door to door with pretzels & some oreos Borrowed casamigos from a liquor store then flew home Drank away our sorrows while the sheriff searched the stockroom Playing with competitors (We ain't never seen em tho) Pass the baton I'm confused what we waiting for CEO of "f*ck y'all", we started our own company Leaving tough stains like the makeup on my canopy Dressed in all black leave our card on the back'll read "you ever do us wrong we'll pay you back, we ain't a charity" My enemies the purest form of marketing, I thank y'all Spoke with my accountant and we appreciate the income Coming for whoever is in charge this operation F*ck a fair fight we didn't come through to lose one Bitch I feel alive I'm that motherfucker they be asking me to slide, yuh Nothing gon' impress me anymore the bar is higher I don't do appearances unless my fit is fire Nowadays a lotta people got it sorta kinda Alotta music cool sorta kinda Talking loud but are you down to work? sorta kinda Sorta kinda Destiny's a bitch but I aint stopping 'till I wife her Your man is pretty fine but I'm finer Posting that that love one of a kind but I'm kinder Y'all ain't really moving you just sitting with a grinder Rolling on a binder (Do your homework) Half my haters didn't graduate And I ain't even dissing I'm just happy we could congregate (That means talk) If I ain't invited I wont say a thing 'Cause even broke bitches find a reason they can celebrate Bitch I feel alive I'm that motherfucker they be asking me to slide, yuh Nothing gon' impress me anymore the bar is higher I don't do appearances unless my fit is fire Nowadays a lotta people got it sorta kinda Alotta music cool sorta kinda Talking loud but are you down to work? sorta kinda Sorta kinda Destiny's a bitch but I aint stopping 'till I wife her (Damn, damn that's crazy) (This was supposed to be a pop song actually I don't know what happened)