Olympian

I'm so shy but I reside up in NJ Cooking soul, back to the basics feel like old Ye Know that's a line that's probably been overdone But for good reason, my rhymes should be in TDE this season, yeah I'm on week long retreat, go back next weekend, yeah Call that shit freedom, hoes tweaking when we coming near 'em How can a beat lacking 808s still breathe in this way? I'm in a meeting and I got nothing to say So what is there to say? Bitch I'm out, yeah There's not enough time in the day to Run around wild, put your head on straight I'd put a million on this feeing, yeah we going up places If that ain't a fact I'll go broke and I'll still find a way F*ck a Maybach, I'm cooped in the stu Chopping loops, never copping the boo Shoutout to Lu and Mellow Burning fires turn the whole garage to a booth You can smell the fumes outside, something tropical I'm in Olympian mode, jumping obstacles I been rewriting the codes, our profit more than probable I'm probably one of the best you'll never hear until I Direct a scene, I'm Tarantini more like Genie But instead of granting wishes I'm handing out slaps, it's business If you watched the Oscars lately then you know just how I'm feeling, yeah I might not spell it out for you but the real ones listen I'm not just spattering 'bout ice or how my diamonds glisten Y'all more than competent enough to rap on something different I only drop it if it's tough, I'm on a money mission They'll build a monument of me because of all this heat Ain't into policies but all the cops around me give me third degree Take from that what you will, my only job's to fill the beat I'm talking straight to the Roc, if you calling you better be signing me I'd kill to make a killing but won't turn into a zombie Yeah just look over your heads, it's a hit, Jason Giambi Resonate with all with the funk Now our money tall, it ain't luck Resonate with all with the funk Now our money tall, it ain't luck Now they like dawg "what the f*ck" "You still going, you ain't had enough?" Used to write one verse and then hit cut But this shit right here need a second one I'm riding it no peloton You vibing in your skeletons I'm flyer than a pelican I'm high not just off medicine You high I might just jettison But nah that ain't my etiquette I'll do the show no hesitance And blow your whole mind away Ask me what's the grind today Wake up in the morning and I hit the stu right away Hoe it's my turn don't give a f*ck about the right of way, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I'll live to fight another day