Yeah, are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies Some say that my songs don't ever grow old something like white whine I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems Some days I feel low though So I roll up my weed Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no Please someone tell me what i don't know Hardest out in my city why you think that they asking for photos And i know some probably hate me I can tell but they don't know i know though And back then i thought a million stream means you made it But now i got loads bro, yeah, yeahh I'm still out in alleyways, tryna roll up in the cold A&r's saying i'm different I'm bound to go blow if i keep it the way that i'm going Told them i already know Mum said to keep on your grind I don't do trapping no more, the musics the vibe It's just the tax that's fucking my vibe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't wanna know if it ain't about the doe She wanna know now i'm up on my rise And i know that you know, i don't want you to go I've been told i'm a star. A Rapstar in due time, yeah yeah And at at night I look in stars I got these diamonds on mind and i can't help but think they ours In this life, in this life, some get high, some they don't But i've been low and took these highs to try and hide these lows I wonder why, wonder why, wonder why, they all hate on me Maybe because they know it's me thats been chose I can't lie it do feel amazing I started this rapping shit back in the lockdown And didn't think that i could make it Now i'm getting these streams all over the globe, it's me It's money i'm making Are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies Some say that my songs don't ever grow old Something like white whine I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems Some days I feel low though So I roll up my weed Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no No, no. Look i've grown When i was little young boy bro I still felt like i was gonna be known Yet we still out on streets in these cold nights Tryna make money off rapping I know I just wanna make little me proud bro we had a dream We about to explode Are they fucking with me? Are they part of the team I guess one day we'll see but i smell white lies Some say that my songs don't ever grow old Something like white whine I just stuck to the dream but it's not what it seems Some days i feel low though So i roll up my weed Now the devils in me can't help but to smoke, no