Matt B - YIK

I'm like whoa
They're like whoa
I'm like whoa
They're like
I'm like whoa they're like whoa
Get out my phone get out my home
Get out my zone yea I know
Yea I know
Yea I know
I'm in your lane I am your mind I am your sickness
I am not quiet sorry that's just part of the business
Yea I know
Yea I know
There's no rose there's no gold
Off brand shoes on my feet couldn't even sell my soul
This not new at least to me, feeling hungry with no bowl
This the struggle you can't see every lyric is like me
Every single crossed on T every single crossed out line
I can't brag about this shit because then that would be a lie
Yea I know
Yea I know
Get out my phone get out my home get out my zone
They're like whoa
Yea I know
Yea I know
Get out my throne these are my stones not to be thrown
In a glass house no diamonds or gold
Yea I know
Yea I know
Yea I know
So shut your fucking mouth I don't need to hear it
Every hurdle I've created I just turn around and clear it
So I talk about myself cause I figured you might feel it
If you had a silver spoon then this ain't what you should be hearing
Yea I know
Yea I know
Get out my phone get out my home get out my zone
You ain't shit yea I know
Can't do this yea I know
Wouldn't be me yea I know
Shouldn't compare yea I know
It won't stick yea I know
Should've tapped out long ago
I'm like whoa yea I know
Yea I know don't act dumb don't play stupid
Acting like you came from nothing ok prove it
Acting like you can do this ok do it
Like my mountain is a molehill ok move it
And here we are let's go through it
Still unproven
Still can't do it
Still unmoving you are useless
Yea I know
This my go this my thing this ain't yours
Get out my phone get out my home get out my zone
And now you know
And now you know
I'm like whoa
They're like whoa
I'm like whoa
They're like
I'm like whoa
They're like whoa
I'm like whoa
They're like

Written by:
Matthew Brownstein

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