HOOK
Tryna be deep fam? I’m just tryna be the man
Sinkin’ in the deep man, I don’t think I’ll ever see land
They all want to be boys, but we need man
I just wanna be loved, it ain’t that deep man

VERSE
Somebody got hot off a style I created
You painted a picture, the paint fading
But my vision remains
Brown man in America, got you a lane
Took a slice out my pie and got you some fame
And now you reign
Fake king we ain’t nothin the same
Talk about terrorism you was flyin them planes?
We know you getting high sitting on the runway
You so lame, I give you the gun, you won’t aim
There’s no shame, I’m not tame
I got fangs, and I just know thangs
White man said you the savior, now ya arm folded
On ya best behavior
I got no friends in high places, no double x l pages
Give it time they’ll pitch their forks at you and have you fadin
I’m tired of pushin artist, putting garlands on fuckboys, pushin pardons
You got parkinsons? Shakin when im progressin?
You take the style, tryna pawn it then?
I don’t want no dap fucker touch my feet, dick rider
They all see you tryna touch my meat, pause
And fuck magazines, all
This kerosene bars
There’s plenty of us really makin hits out here, let’s get one thing clear
We ain’t all got beards
We don’t all fit the box, stop, shift gears
Cuz my only fear is letting these dudes steer
I don’t do it for my block I don’t do it for my city
That’s small time, I do it for the billion comin with me
The brown skins they with me, the red dots they with me
It don’t matter if you picked me your pages couldn’t have fit me
You don’t compare yourself to me, so why would I ever do the same
I never slanged so I guess I should be ashamed
I never killed so no one care when they hear my name
I’ma make a lane from everything that you ain’t
Do everything that you can’t
Tell Kou he could cue up the pain
I’m trained, I’ma ruin ya day
I never wrote nothin that didn’t mean something
Never spoke nothin if I aint even done it
And uh, I thought this was what you wanted?
Ain’t this what you wanted?

HOOK
Tryna be deep fam? I’m just tryna be the man
Sinkin’ in the deep man, I don’t think I’ll ever see land
They all want to be boys, but we need man
I just wanna be loved, it ain’t that deep man

How could you be afraid of what you’ve seen before, it’s nothin new
Some lame propped up by a few
How could you be afraid of what you’ve seen before, it’s nothin new
Some lame propped up by a few

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