J. Cole, 21 Savage, Morray m y . l i f e

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, Lord)
(No matter how, no matter how long it take, yeah)
No matter how long it take, nigga
(Oh, Lord, oh, yeah)
(You better be)
Spiralin' up, just like a rich nigga staircase (staircase)
No fly zone, please stay the fuck out my airspace (out my face)
Niggas say things behind backs that they wouldn't dare say (dare say)
Know it's on sight when I see you, I'm workin' at Squarespace
Yeah, top of the mornin', I know that you thought I was dormant
Woke up early from shots that were swarmin'
A block full of opps, now the cops in an orbit
Guess somebody got popped, now they knockin' on doors
Tryna find an informant but I ain't see Nathan
I'm mindin' my business as God is my witness
No weapon gon' prosper that's formin' against me
Nigga, I'm starvin', immensely
Know when I'm done with these songs, you gon' miss me
Ja Morant, I'm on my Grizzly
You niggas just cubs but no, not the ones in the big leagues
After The Fall Off, I promise I'm comin' and sellin' out Wrigley's
Nigga, I'm just a product of poverty, full of narcotics to profit off quickly
My family tree got a history of users that struggle with demons
Not really the hustler instincts