Phases

Yeah, check It’s Raphael Harlem, man Listen She ain’t fat, she just easy to see That’s what she told me Snakes, rats is all that I see So, I trust my homies But I’m a G.O.A.T now so I ain’t gotta mention The only G I’ma have is my wagon I don’t play games, I’m a grown man I be drinking the liquor for fun ‘Til I’m wasted up I’m working with kids but they all grown ups Make the money like Mr. Krabs Think you a bro, but you just a cuz Hustling ‘n’ grinding all that for the paper Everybody think they got a hater I was 16 when I knew I could rap I made it a hobby now look where we at, nigga It’s like a race This life is a journey I move at my pace, uh Steady running this marathon Never forget where I came from Schooling these rappers, no class While breaking these records like glass Going broke that’s a no, no So, I bust my ass for this dough, dough Can’t catch up if you ain’t got sauce If you know what I mean Come from the dirt but I’m looking clean Reminisce on those days when I started I had these niggas calling me retarded But I’m rhyming cold hearted Either way, I was lit when it started Damn, growing up is a process I remember times when I could sit and relax I’m doing my thing Playing around I’m with my friends I’m back home, take a quick bath Eat some snacks with my eyes at the TV It was a simple life Check, uh But now I’m depressed all day Thinking ‘bout who love me or not Thinking ‘bout who real or fake Thinking if I’m perfect or not I’m broke all day I need me some cash I need me some drip, a girl, a new phone So, I can flex, ‘cause I wanna be relevant And I turn to the bottle, the bible, the music, the smoke Just so I can fight my demons I got anxiety, I got anxiety Now I’m drowning in the bottle Don’t wanna come back I prolly feel safe, feeling relaxed Took a big L, I’ma bounce back Many phases gotta stay on track Mark my words like a lecturer I’m invincible like a vampire All the way up like an erection I’m spending cash like an election My time will come So, I burst a nut at 10pm Niggas be acting dumb Niggas be desperate when they wanna smash I’m making my waves on her ass (Bitch!) Started rapping with a vision Get to the bag I made it a mission I turned this music into my religion I want cheques nigga no Nike Middle fingers up if you don’t like me I’ve been doing shit just like Nike (Tiye mwaiche, tiye) (Tiye mwaiche) (Tiye NDA) (Yeah) (Ba paye mwaiche, ba paye) I wanna be better now that’s the mission I’m on But lately I’ve been feeling like I ain’t gon’ make it Yeah, I always ask myself, “what do you want?” “Is it money? Is it Fame? A girl?” Shit My flows are nasty, that’s why my name starts with a C Maybe I’m too humble, I’m too quiet, I’m too good Call me Jeff, prolly cause I’m hard Honestly, I don’t got shit to prove She wants D from a G, Dolce Gabbana Uh, yeah, NDA ball on these niggas like NBA