COMPLEX - Keys

When I'm stressing over lessons
I just pray, prepare, preform
I know life is full of tests
And I'm just trynna pass each one
Give my worries to that guy upstairs
And keep on keeping on
Gotta readjust the swagger
Just to keep these haters going
Trynna stick to what I know
Trynna make my money grow
Trynna elevate my mind to mind some manners on my own
This the life that we were given
Make the most and break the mold
I ain't wasting what was gifted
Thanking God for all he does
See life ain't that complicated
Make some green and then maintain it
Find your keys to master greatness
Share your gifts and then you've made it
Just learn how to practice patience
You 'gon make it, understatement
Believe in yourself first, baby
Encore, the crowd is waiting
Bravo!
Bravo!
You did it!
You got on stage and killed it
The audience really feels it
Complex, girl, how you did it
Well, well, you see I'm me
And I do my fucking thing
Diddy bop to my own beat
And my confidence off the mete
Hold up, let me repeat
My confidence off the meter
All I gotta do is meet her
Then won't never want me leave her
Stack up, just like a beaver
Damn, I am such a fucking leader
Cheer up, bitch you is breathing
I'm such an over achiever
I don't like two sweaters
My jewelry give you a seizure
Your jewelry is fucking meager
My fingers look like a freezer
Stalk bitches, boy you a creeper
You're whack and lame, I'm neither
Complex a glorious creature
bad or bad, I'm either
I make him fu-fuck me deeper
Complex is a fucking keeper
So damn mad I'm meaner
I'm hot like a space heater
I'm clean, 2000 lever
Dash for the cash, I'm eager
Pass me the fucking reefer
Then back to piling cheese
See life ain't that complicated
Make some green and then maintain it
Find your keys to master greatness
Share your gifts and then you've made it
Just learn how to practice patience
You 'gon make it, understatement
Believe in yourself first, baby
Encore, the crowd is waiting
It's night, but my racks up
You white don't say nigga
I write all of my stuff
Pubs and Royalties, duh
Not quite man, just give up
You right I ain't no scrub
Take flights I'm high as fuck
Not slight I'm real, real tough
Unlike, bitch ass niggas
Polite unless you buck
Then it's on and popping
I promise you I'm the one
Try me, bitch, if you want
it's just a one and done
P L E X, not one
Over 'ya head, you gump
Crown me, already won

Written by:
Charlee Jones

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